| 'Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago
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| When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door
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| This boy’s dreadful tragedy I can still remember well
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| The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till
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| Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up
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| They said they had a reason, but I can’t remember what
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| They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat
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| There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on
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| the street
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| Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
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| And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain
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| The reason that they killed him there, and I’m sure it ain’t no lie
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| Was just for the fun of killing' him and to watch him slowly die
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| And then to stop, the United States of yelling for a trial
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| Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till
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| But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime
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| And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody there seemed to mind
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| I saw the morning papers but I could not bear, to see
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| The smiling brothers walking' down the courthouse stairs
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| For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free
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| While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea
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| If you can’t speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that’s so unjust
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| Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dust
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| Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must
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| refuse to flow
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| For you to let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
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| This song’s just a reminder to remind your fellow man
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| That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan
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| But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give
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| We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live |