The Death of Emmett Till
 
 'Twas down in Mississippi
 Not so long ago
 When a young boy from Chicago Town
 Walk in a southern door
 This boy's fateful tragedy
 We should all 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 things
 Too evil to repeat
 There was screamin' sounds inside the barn
 There was laughin' sound out on the street
 
 They dragged his body to a gulch
 Amidst a bloodred rain
 And they through him in the waters wide
 To sease his screaming pain
 The reason that they killed him there
 And I'm sure it ain't no lie
 He was a blackskin boy
 So he was born to die
 
 And so to stop these United States
 Of yelling for a trial
 Two brothers they confessed that they
 Killed poor Emmett Till
 But on the jury there were men
 Who helped the brother commit this awful crime
 And so this trial was a mockery
 But nobody seemed to mind
 
 I saw the morning paper
 But I could not bear
 To see the brothers smiling
 On that courthouse stairs
 For the jury found them innocent
 And the brothers they went free
 Whilt 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 deadman's dirt
 Your mind is filled with dust
 Your arms and legs, they must be in shackles and chains
 And your blood it must cease to flow
 For you'd let this human race
 Sick so God-awful low
 
 This song is just a reminder
 To tell my fellow man
 That this kind of thing still lives today
 In that ghost-robed Klu Klux Klan
 But if we all then think alike
 If we give all we can give
 We'd make this Great land of ours
 An even greater place to live