Ballad Of Medgar Evers

In the state of Mississippi many years ago,
A boy of fourteen years got a taste of Southern law.
He saw his friend a-hanging, his colour was his crime.
The blood upon his jacket put a brand upon his mind.

Too many martyrs and too many deaths.
Too many lies. too many empty words were said.
To many times for too many angry men,
Oh, let it never be again.

The boy became a man, the man became a cause.
The cause became a hope for the country and it's laws.
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.

Too many martyrs and too many deaths.
Too many lies. too many empty words were said.
To many times for too many angry men,
Oh, let it never be again.

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 it's side.
It struck the heart of every man, when Evers fell and died.

Too many martyrs and too many deaths.
Too many lies. too many empty words were said.
To many times for too many angry men,
Oh, let it never be again.

The laid him in his grave, while the bugle sounded clear.
They laid him in his grave, while the victory was near.
While we waited for the future, for freedom to the land,
The country gained a killer, but the country lost a man.

Too many martyrs and too many deaths.
Too many lies. too many empty words were said.
To many times for too many angry men,
Oh, let it never be again.