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The marchin' 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 wi-i-ife And as Billy started to go-o She said keep your pretty head low-ow-ow-ow Billy don't be a hero, come back to me-ee The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside The battle ragin' all around The sergeant cried, we've gotta hang on boys We've 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 Forgettin' all the words she said, she said Billy don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your li-ife Billy don't be a hero, come back and make me your wi-i-ife And as Billy started to go-o She said keep your pretty head low-ow-ow-ow Billy don't be a hero, come back to me-ee I heard his fiancee got a letter That told how Billy died that day-ay The letter said he was a hero She should be proud he died that way I heard she threw the letter away... |
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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 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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