Em G D

In the state of Mississippi many years ago

Am Em

A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law

Em G D

He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime

Am Em

And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind



Am D G

CHORUS: Too many martyrs and too many dead

Am D G (Em optional)

Too many lies too many empty words were said

Am D G

Too many times for too many angry men

Am D Em

Oh let it never be again



His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone

Like Emmett Till and thousands more whose names we'll never know

They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground

But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down

*chorus*



The killer waited by his home hidden by the night

As Evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight

he slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side

It struck the heart of every man when Evers fell and died.

*chorus*



And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear

laid him in his grave when the victory was near

While we waited for the future for freedom through the land (*)

The country gained a killer and the country lost a man

*chorus*