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(Amin)In
the state of Missis(C)sippi
(D)many
years ago,
A (G)boy
of fourteen years got a (Amin)taste
of Southern law.
(Amin)He
saw his friend a-(C)hanging,
his (D)colour
was his crime.
The (G)blood
upon his jacket put a (Amin)brand
upon his mind.
(C)Too
many (G)martyrs
and (C)too
many (Amin)deaths.
(C)Too
many (G)lies.
too many (C)empty
words were (Amin)said.
(C)To
many (G)times
for too (C)many
angry (Amin)men,
(F)Oh,
let it (G)never
be a(Amin)gain.
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.
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