My daddy was a cop on the east side of Chicago

Back in the U.S.A. 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

Through the streets of the old east side

'Til 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!



And ther 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-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-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-na

The night Chicago died

Brother what a night the people saw

Brother what a fight the people saw

Yes indeed