Daddy was a copOn the east side of ChicagoBack in the U S ABack in the bad old days
In the heat of a summer nightIn the land of the dollar billWhen the town of Chicago diedAnd they talk about it still
When a man named Al CaponeTried to make that town his ownAnd he called his gang to warAgainst the forces of the law
I heard my mama cryI heard her pray the night Chicago diedBrother what a night it really wasBrother what a fight it really was, glory be
I heard my mama cryI heard her pray the night Chicago diedBrother what a night the people sawBrother what a fight the people saw, yes indeed
And the sound of the battle rangThrough the streets of the old east side'Til the last of the hoodlum gangHad surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the streetAnd the sound of running feetAnd I asked someone who said'Bout a hundred cops are dead
I heard my mama cryI heard her pray the night Chicago diedBrother what a night it really wasBrother what a fight it really was, glory be
I heard my mama cryI heard her pray the night Chicago diedBrother what a night the people sawBrother what a fight the people saw, yes indeed
Then there was no sound at allBut the clock upon the wall
Then the door burst open wideAnd my daddy stepped insideAnd he kissed my mama’s faceAnd he brushed her tears away
The night Chicago diedThe night Chicago diedBrother what a night the people sawBrother what a fight the people saw, yes indeed
The night Chicago diedThe night Chicago diedBrother what a night it really wasBrother what a fight it really was, glory be


SongwritersCALLANDER, PETER / MURRAY, MITCH / YOON, HYO SANG
Published byLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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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
Against 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

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
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw, yes indeed

The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was, glory be

Songwriters
CALLANDER, PETER / MURRAY, MITCH / YOON, HYO SANG

Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group



Read more: Paper Lace - The Night Chicago Died Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

summeromegadeth:

We’re worried you’ve forgotten about Ferguson.

Julio Allyso Lohman?

summeromegadeth:

We’re worried you’ve forgotten about Ferguson.

Julio Allyso Lohman?

We’re worried you’ve forgotten about Ferguson.

We’re worried you’ve forgotten about Ferguson.

(via risingtensions)

summeromegadeth:

osmium:

From now on anytime I screw up and post something sincere it has to be followed by a Brinke Stevens Appreciation Blogging post

the first three words I see are “from now on”

summeromegadeth:

osmium:

From now on anytime I screw up and post something sincere it has to be followed by a Brinke Stevens Appreciation Blogging post

the first three words I see are “from now on

osmium:

From now on anytime I screw up and post something sincere it has to be followed by a Brinke Stevens Appreciation Blogging post

the first three words I see are “from now on”

osmium:

From now on anytime I screw up and post something sincere it has to be followed by a Brinke Stevens Appreciation Blogging post

the first three words I see are “from now on”

the first three words you see are what you want in life

buytoiletpaper:

3dprintmeafucktogive:

hagnet:

gelboorus:

image

Gay handjobs beauty

Won
Seal
Memes

Gay
Fanfics
CSA

Grow
The-Fuck
Up

scienceisbeauty:

This Is What Sex Looks Like Inside An MRI Scanner (via Huff Post Science)
The video has been tagged as NSFW, but I don’t agree, judge for yourselves:

scienceisbeauty:

This Is What Sex Looks Like Inside An MRI Scanner (via Huff Post Science)

The video has been tagged as NSFW, but I don’t agree, judge for yourselves:

wonderful-strange:

vaultofcomics:
BATMAN #220 (March 1970)Cover Art by Neal Adams

Dont’ forget Ferguson

wonderful-strange:

vaultofcomics:

BATMAN #220 (March 1970)
Cover Art by Neal Adams

Dont’ forget Ferguson

titivil:

Forever.

titivil:

Forever.

summeromegadeth:

Tough day in white Hitler’s Quooklyn

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lITuHDdhdkw

summeromegadeth:

Tough day in white Hitler’s Quooklyn

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lITuHDdhdkw

Tough day in white Hitler’s Quooklyn

Tough day in white Hitler’s Quooklyn

Have you’re Fantasy Football Draft at Snake Bar.

Have you’re Fantasy Football Draft at Snake Bar.

"HEY YEAH HAH HAPPY BUDDYVERSARY MISTER AND MISSUS CLEAN BUDDY YEEAHHH HAHA ANYWAY HERES WONDER WALL."

"HEY YEAH HAH HAPPY BUDDYVERSARY MISTER AND MISSUS CLEAN BUDDY YEEAHHH HAHA ANYWAY HERES WONDER WALL."

fuck that Were Oh Were Can My Baby Be song

(via onefootinthegrave)