He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
23 years old, the day he died
Freedom rider
They cursed my brother to his face
"Go home outsider
Mississippi's gonna be your burying place"
He was singing on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong
He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He, he was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free
Oh, God, he died so his brothers could be free
