He was my brother
thre years younger than I
He was my brother
thirty four Years old the day he died
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin' place
He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother down no matter what he did
Because he hated what was wrong
He was my brother
Tears can't bnng him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so he could be free
He died so he could be free
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