Death of Emmet Till

Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago
When a young boy from Chicago walked through a Southern door
This boy's dreadful tragedy you should all remember well
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till

Some men, they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up
They said, "They had a reason", but I disremember what
They tortured him and did some things, too evil to repeat
There was screaming sounds inside the barn
There was laughing sounds out on the street

Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a blood-red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain
The reason that they killed him there and I'm sure it was no lie
Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die
And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime
And so this trial was a mockery but nobody seemed to mind

I saw the morning papers but I could not bear
To see the smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free
While Emmett's body floats as the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea

If you can't speak out against this kind of thing
A crime that's so unjust
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt
Your mind is filled with dust
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains
And your blood, it must refuse to flow
For you do let this human race fall down so God-awful low

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today
And that ghost robed the Ku Klux Klan
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we give all we could give
We'd make this great land of ours a greater place to live