Corrupted data, out of memory.

Ugh.  Sometimes I really hate the way my brain works.

Somewhere in the neighborhood of OH-mygawdit'sfrigginearly I awoke, fragments of a dream fleeing back into the darkness.  I caught one of the little cockroaches before it scurried out of reach.  The title of an obscure song from, I'm guessing here, 1973, or 1975.  I'll play with the Google and check the details before I wrap this post up. 

Let it go, roll over and go back to sleep.  You're tired, you need the sleep, it's a quiet Sunday morning.  The weather is nice, just roll over and go back to sleep.  Except my brain wouldn't let it go.  After two and a half hours of rummaging through the dark archives of ancient memories I dredged this up, I won't swear to it's veracity, I think this is close though.

The Night Chicago Died.

Paper Lace.

"Daddy was a cop in the east side of Chicago.

Back in the USA, back in the bad old days.

"In the heat of a summer's night,

in the land of the dollar bill.

The town of Chicago died

and they talk about it still.

When a man named Al Capone

Tried to make this town his own,

and he took his gang to war with the forces of the law."

*There's probably something else in here.

"I heard my mama cry,

I heard her pray the night Chicago died.

Brother what a fight the people saw,

brother what a night the people saw.

Yes indeed."

*There has to be more here as well, but I think it must have been lost in the beer flood and concussive event of 1980.  The only thing I can remember between this and the rest is something about a ticking clock, and maybe the actual tick-tocking sound.   

"...the shouting in the street

and the sound of running feet,

and the door burst open wide,

and my daddy stepped inside.

He kissed my mama's face

and he brushed her tears away.  

I heard my mama cry,

I heard her pray the night Chicago died.

Brother what a fight the people saw,

brother what a night the people saw.

Yes indeed."

*Following was a long string of Na-na-na's.

Fact checking 101. It looks like I hit the date almost spot on, 1974.  How?  No idea. Probably a semi-lucky guess.  

At least it wasn't Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods with "Billy don't be a hero."
Wait, didn't paper Lace record that one as well?  Ugh, I hate the way my brain works. 

Thanks.  You're welcome for the earworm.  My work for today is done.

See you tomorrow.