The Death of Emmett Till

Click on image to hear Bob Dylan sing "The Murder of Emmitt Till
Emmett and his mother Mabel
The Death of Emmett Till

"Twas down in Mississippi no 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 can't remember
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.

Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a
bloody 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,
Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him
slowly 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.

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 of 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.