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Back　in　he　USA

Back　in　he　bad　old　days

In　he　hea　o　a　summer　nigh

In　he　land　o　he　dollar　bill

When　he　own　o　Chicago　died

And　hey　alk　abou　i　sill

When　a　man　named　Al　Capone

ried　o　make　ha　own　his　own

And　he　called　his　gang　o　war

Agains　he　orces　o　he　law

I　heard　my　momma　cry

I　heard　her　pray　he　nigh　Chicago　died

Broher；　wha　a　nigh　i　really　was

Broher；　wha　a　igh　i　really　was

Glory　be

I　heard　my　momma　cry

I　heard　her　pray　he　nigh　Chicago　died

Broher；　wha　a　nigh　he　people　saw

Broher；　wha　a　igh　he　people　saw

Yes；　indeed

And　he　sound　o　he　bale　rang

hrough　he　srees　o　he　old　Eas　Side

'il　he　las　o　he　hoodlum　gang

Had　surrendered　up　or　died

here　was　shouing　in　he　sree

And　he　sound　o　running　ee

And　I　asked　someone　who　said

Bou　a　hundred　cops　are　dead

I　heard　my　momma　cry

I　heard　her　pray　he　nigh　Chicago　died

Broher；　wha　a　nigh　i　really　was

Broher；　wha　a　igh　i　really　was

Glory　be

I　heard　my　momma　cry

I　heard　her　pray　he　nigh　Chicago　died

Broher；　wha　a　nigh　he　people　saw

Broher；　wha　a　igh　he　people　saw

Yes；　indeed

hen　here　was　no　sound　a　all

Bu　he　clock　up　on　he　wall

hen　he　door　burs　open　wide

And　my　daddy　sepped　inside

And　he　kissed　my　momma's　ace

hen　brushed　her　ears　away

I　heard　my　momma　cry

I　heard　her　pray　he　nigh　Chicago　died

Broher；　wha　a　nigh　i　really　was

Broher；　wha　a　igh　i　really　was

Glory　be

I　heard　my　momma　cry

I　heard　her　pray　he　nigh　Chicago　died

Broher；　wha　a　nigh　he　people　saw

Broher；　wha　a　igh　he　pe