He was my brother

He was my brother 

Five years older than I 

He was my brother 

Twenty-three years old 

the day he died 

Freedom rider 

They cursed my brother 

to his face “Go home, 

outsider, 

This town is gonna be 

your buryin’ place 

He was singin’ 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, was my brother 

And he died so his brothers could be free 

He died so his brothers could be free