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who remembers Paper Lace & their hits Billy Don't be a Hero and The Night Chicago Died?
The marching band came down along main street.
The soldier blues fell in behind.
I looked across and there I saw Billy
Waiting to go and join the line.
And with her head upon his shoulder
His young and lovely fiancee.
From where I stood I saw she was cryin'
And through her tears I heard her say:
Billy don't be a hero
Don't be a fool with your life.
Billy don't be a hero "Come back and make me your wife".
And as Billy started to go she said "Keep your pretty head low"
Billy don't be a hero "Come back to me".
The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside.
The battle ragin' all around.
The sergeant cried "We've gotta hang on boys
We gotta hold this piece of ground
I need a volunteer to ride out
And bring us back some extra men."
And Billy's hand was up in a moment
Forgetting all the words she said. She said:
Billy don't be a hero
Don't be a fool with your life
I hard his fiancee got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said that he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw the letter away.
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written by CALLANDER, PETER / MURRAY, MITCH
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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
How 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
CHORUS:
I heard my mamma 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 mamma 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
'Till the last of the hoodlum gang
Had surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the streets
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
" 'Bout a hundred cops are dead"
(Chorus)
And there was no sound at all
But the clock up on the wall
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my mamma'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
The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed
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Lyrics submitted by Bruce Solov
The marching band came down along main street.
The soldier blues fell in behind.
I looked across and there I saw Billy
Waiting to go and join the line.
And with her head upon his shoulder
His young and lovely fiancee.
From where I stood I saw she was cryin'
And through her tears I heard her say:
Billy don't be a hero
Don't be a fool with your life.
Billy don't be a hero "Come back and make me your wife".
And as Billy started to go she said "Keep your pretty head low"
Billy don't be a hero "Come back to me".
The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside.
The battle ragin' all around.
The sergeant cried "We've gotta hang on boys
We gotta hold this piece of ground
I need a volunteer to ride out
And bring us back some extra men."
And Billy's hand was up in a moment
Forgetting all the words she said. She said:
Billy don't be a hero
Don't be a fool with your life
I hard his fiancee got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said that he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw the letter away.
---
Lyrics powered by LyricFind
written by CALLANDER, PETER / MURRAY, MITCH
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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
How 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
CHORUS:
I heard my mamma 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 mamma 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
'Till the last of the hoodlum gang
Had surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the streets
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
" 'Bout a hundred cops are dead"
(Chorus)
And there was no sound at all
But the clock up on the wall
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my mamma'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
The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed
---
Lyrics submitted by Bruce Solov
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