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