| The night air is heavy, no cool breezes blow
|
| The sounds of the voices are worried and low
|
| Desperately wondering and desperate to know
|
| About Goodman and Schwerner and Chaney
|
| Calm desperation and flickering hope
|
| Reality grapples like a hand on the throat
|
| For you live in the shadow of ten feet of rope
|
| If you’re Goodman and Schwerner and Chaney
|
| The Pearl River was dragged and two bodies were found
|
| But it was a blind alley for both men were brown
|
| So they all shrugged their shoulders and the search it went on
|
| For Goodman and Schwerner and Chaney
|
| Pull out the dead bodies from the ooze of the dam
|
| Take the bodies to Jackson all accordin' to plan
|
| With the one broken body do the best that you can
|
| It’s the body of young James Chaney
|
| The nation was outraged and shocked through and through
|
| Call J. Edgar Hoover; |
| he’ll know what to do
|
| For they’ve murdered two white men and a coloured boy too
|
| Goodman and Schwerner and Chaney
|
| James Chaney your body exploded in pain
|
| And the beating they gave you is pounding my brain
|
| And they murdered much more with their dark bloody chains
|
| And the body of pity lies bleeding
|
| The pot-bellied copper shook hands all around
|
| And joked with the rednecks who came into town
|
| And they swore that the murderer soon would be found
|
| And they laughed as they spat their tobacco |