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Bob Dylan

Genres: Rock

The Death Of Emmett Till Lyrics - Bob Dylan

'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. 

 

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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. 

 

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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. 

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