Song | Too Many Martyrs |
Artist | Phil Ochs |
Album | All The News That's Fit To Sing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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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* /pre> |
pre | |
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 pre |
pre | |
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 pre |