on the east side of chicago back in the usa back in the bad old daysdays in the heat of a summer night in the land of the dollar billand the town of chicago died they talk about it still when a man namedtry to make that town his own and he called his game to war with the forces of the lawi heard my mom cry i heard her pray the nightchicago diedbrother what a night it really was brother what a fight it really wasglory be i heard my mom cry i heard her pray the night chicago diedbrother what a night the people saw brother what a fight the people sawyes indeed and the sound of the battlerang through the streets of the old east sideto the last of the hoodlum gangand surrendered up for a dime there was shouting in the streetand the sound of running feet and i asked someone who saidabout a hundred drops of dead i heard my momcry i heard her pray the night chicago diedbrother what a night it really was brother what a fight it really wasglory be i heard my mom cry i heard her pray the night chicago diedbrother what a night the people saw brother what a fight the people sawyes indeed and there was no sound at allBut 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, brother, what a night it really was, brother, what a fight it really was, glory be, the night Chicago died.The night Chicago died, brother, what a night the people saw, brother, what a fight the people saw.Yes, indeed, the night Chicago died.
