Daddy was a cop
on the east side of Chicago
Back in the USA
back in the bad old days
In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still
When a man named Al Capone
Tried to make that town his own
And he called his gang to war
With the forces of the law
I heard my Mama cry
I heard her pray
the night Chicago died
Brother what a night
it really was
Brother what a fight
it really was
Glory be
I heard my Mama cry
I heard her pray
the night Chicago died
Brother what a night
the people saw
Brother what a fight
the people saw
Yes indeed
And the sound
of the battle rang
Trough the streets
of the old east side.
Till the last of the
hoodlum gang
Had surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
'Bout a hundred cops are dead
I heard my Mama cry
I heard her pray
the night Chicago died
Brother what a night
it really was
Brother what a fight
it really was
Glory be
I heard my Mama cry
I heard her pray
the night Chicago died
Brother what a night
the people saw
Brother what a fight
the people saw
yes indeed
Then there was no sound at all
But the clock upon the wall
Then the door burst open wide
And my Daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my Mama's face
And he brushed her tears away
The night Chicago died.
na na na na na na na na na na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night
it really was
Brother what a fight
it really was
Glory be
The night Chicago died
na na na na na na na na na na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night
the people saw
Brother what a fight
the people saw
Yes indeed
The night Chicago died
na na na na na na na na na na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night
it really was
Brother what a fight
it really was
Glory be