The Death of Emmett Till

'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago

When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a

Southern door

This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still 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 evil 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

Ain't no lie

He was a black-skinned boy, so

He was born to 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 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 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 in that

Ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan

But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we

Could give

We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live