My Kind Of Town

(Writers: Cahn/van Heusen)
(Performer: Frank Sinatra)

Now this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
And so I say to each of you most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss

This is my kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who, smile at you

And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town

My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of razzmatazz
And it has, all that jazz

And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tuggin' my sleeve, Chicago is
The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Chicago Cubbies, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town

Sweet Home Chicago

(Writer: Robert Johnson)
(Performer: The Blues Brothers)

Come on, oh baba don't you want to go
Oh come on, oh baba don't you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago

(( Come on, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( Oh sweet home Chicago ))

Well one and one is two
Six and two is eight
Come on baba don't you make me late

(( Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( Sweet home Chicago ))
(( Come on, baba don't you want to go ))

(( Oh come on, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( Sweet home Chicago ))

Six and three is nine
Nine and nine is eighteen
Look there brother baby and you'll see what I've seen

(( Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( Sweet home Chicago ))

(( Oh come on, baba don't you want to go-oh-ooh ))
(( Come on, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( My sweet home Chicago ))

Chicago

(Writer: Graham Nash, 1970)
(Performer: Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young)

Though your brother's bound and gagged
And they've chained him to a chair
Won't you please come to Chicago
Just to sing

In a land that's known as freedom
How can such a thing be fair
Won't you please come to Chicago
For the help we can bring

We can change the world -
Rearrange the world
It's dying - to get better

Politicians sit yourself down,
There's nothing for you here
Won't you please come to Chicago
For a ride

Don't ask Jack to help you
Cause he'll turn the other ear
Won't you please come to Chicago
Or else join the other side

We can change the world -
Rearrange the world

It's dying - if you believe in justice
It's dying - and if you believe in freedom
It's dying - let a man live it's own life
It's dying - rules and regulations, who needs them
Open up the door

Somehow people must be free
I hope the day comes soon
Won't you please come to Chicago
Show your face

From the bottom to the ocean
To the mountains of the moon
Won't you please come to Chicago
No one else can take your place

We can change the world -
Rearrange the world

It's dying - if you believe in justice
It's dying - and if you believe in freedom
It's dying - let a man live it's own life
It's dying - rules and regulations, who needs them

Open up the door
We can change the world

The Night Chicago Died

(Writer: )
(Performer: Paper Lace)

My daddy was a cop
On the East Side of Chicago
Back in the USA
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

Chorus:
I heard my momma cry
I heard to 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 street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
"About one hundred cops were dead."

Chorus:

And then there was no sound at all
But the clock upon the wall
Tick tock, tick tock
And then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my momma's face
And he brushed her tears away.

Chorus:

Jesus Just Left Chicago

(Writers: - Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard)
(Performers: ZZ Top)

Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.
Well now, Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.
Yeah, yeah.
Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between.

Took a jump through Mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through Mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to California through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, Jesus.

You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name.

Chicago (That Toddlin' Town)

(Writers: -)
(Performers: Many)

Chicago, Chicago
That toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago
I'll show you around, I love it
Bet your bottom dollar
You'll lose the blues
In Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday
Could not shut down
On State Street, that great street
I just wanna say
They do thing's
They don't do on Broadway, say
They have the time
The time or their life
I saw a man
He danced with his wife
In Chicago, my home town
Chicago, Chicago
That toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago
I'll show you around, I love it
Bet your bottom dollar
You'll lose the blues
In Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday
Could not shut down
On State Street, that great street
I just wanna say
They do thing's
They don't do on Broadway, say
They have the time
The time or their life
I saw a man
He danced with his wife
In Chicago
Chicago, my home home town

Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown

(Writer: -)
(Performer: Jim Croce)

Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown

Now Leroy's more than trouble
You see, he stand about six foot four
All those downtown ladies
Call him treetop lover
All the men just call him Sir

{Refrain}
And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy, he's a gambler
And he likes his fancy clothes
And he likes to wear
His diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose

He's got a custom Continental
He's got an El Dorado, too
He's got a .32 gun
In his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe

{Refrain}

Well, Friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl name Doris
And, oh that girl looked nice

Well, he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson
'Bout a-messin'
With the wife of a jealous man

{Refrain}

Well, those two men took to fightin'
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like
A jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone

{Refrain twice}

Yeah, he was badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Take Me Back to Chicago

(Writers: Danny Seraphine and David "Hawk" Wolinski)
(Performer: Chicago)

Take me back to Chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best.

Take me back to Chicago
Where music was all I had
I tried to be good as I could
And sometimes that made me sad.

Take me back to Chicago, to Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago.

I still dream of the Lake of peacefulness
The warm summer breeze
'Cause my life was so much simpler then
Street corners and Tastee Freeze.

Take me back to Chicago
'Cause hustlin's not my style
LA was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child

Livin' back in Chicago, in Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago.

Take me back to Chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best.

Take me back to Chicago
'Cause hustlin's not my style
LA was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child.

Livin' back in Chicago, in Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago.

Take me back, take me back....