The Death of Bobby Charles

The moon, shines down through the trees
A string, sways in the wind
On it, is a black boy that swings
He was killed, in the night
Eyes were far out of sight
He was found in the morn
His face ripped up an' torn
An' all he did was be born
An' it's only, it's only the break of the dawn

The mother, she cries in the street
For the boy, on the string
The birds, they can't find words to sing
As the branch lies there broke
Not a-one word was spoke
As they looked on with scorn
At the rope there all worn
An' all he did was be born
An' it's only, it's only the break of the dawn

His father, he looks for the man
For the man that has got
The hands, that had tied up the knot
The one, that tied the string
Where his little boy swings
Now, the tree is adorned
On the cold autumn morn
An' all he did was be born
An' it's only, it's only the break of the dawn

They stood there, dressed up in black
An' the music was played
For the boy, who coulda' been saved
For his skin he was beaten
An' killed for no reason
Now his parents are torn
They are left there to mourn
That all he did was be born
An' it's only, it's only the break of the dawn



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Michalko, Nick Percy
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