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[Chords]
Am x-0-2-2-1-0
C/G 3-0-2-0-1-0
D/F# 2-0-0-2-3-2
F 1-3-3-2-1-1
E 0-2-2-1-0-0
[Strum with some hammer-on's here and there on the Am and E chords or
play chords over a travis style picking pattern]
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
"Twas down in___ Mississippi not so___ long ago
When a young boy___ from Chicago town stepped through a___ Southern door.
This boy's___ frightful tragedy I can still___ remember well
The color of___ his skin was black and his name was___ Emmett Till.
[Verse 2]
Some men they dragged___ him to a barn and there they___ beat him up.
They said they had___ a reason but I___ can't remember what.
They tortured him___ and did some things too evil to repeat.
There was screaming sounds inside the barn there was laughing sounds___ out on the street.
[Verse 3]
Then they rolled his___ body down a gulf amidst a___ blood-red rain
And they threw him in___ the waters w-ide to cease his screaming p-ain.
The___ reason that they killed him there and I'm sure it___ ain't no lie
Was just for___ the fun of killin' him and to___ watch him slowly die..
[Verse 4]
And then to stop the United States of yelling___ for a trial
Two brothers they___ confessed that they had killed p-oor 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 there__ seemed to mind.
[Verse 5]
I saw the mor---ning papers but I___ could not bear
To see the smiling___ brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury f-ound them innocent and the brothers they went free
While Emmett's bo--dy floats the foam of a_ Jim Crow___ southern sea___.
[Verse 6]
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!
[Verse 7]
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 of us folks that thinks alike if we give all__ we could give
We'd make this great land of ours a___ greater___ place to live.
[Outro]
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