I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule

When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school

His name was Jimmy Meredith

the tide he helped to turn

For he chose to stay on that terrible day

The land was soon to learn



There was blood, red blood, on their hands,

Yellow dirt on their clothes

What they thought they were doing,

Only god and the devil knows

There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,

Shot from their souls like a gun

And as they threw their stones and bricks,

They screamed,