Em G D
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
Am Em
He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime
Em G D
And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind
Am Em
CHORUS: Too many martyrs and too many dead
Am D G
Too many lies too many empty words were said
Am D G (Em optional)
Too many times for too many angry men
Am D G