There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi, He would not bow down, he would not fight. He knew the deal was a-down and dirty. And nothing wrong could make it right away. But he knew his duty and the price he had to pay. Just another holy man who dared to be a friend. My God, they killed him.
Another man from Atlanta, Georgia, Name of Martin Luther King He shook the land like a rolling thunder And made the bells of freedom ring today With a dream of beauty that they could not take away Just another holy man who dared to make a stand. My God, they killed him.
The only Son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ He healed the sick and fed the hungry And for his love they took his life away On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy Son of Man I'll never understand. My God, they killed him.
(There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi, A man named Martin Luther King The only Son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ) On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy Son of Man I'll never understand. My God, they killed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi, A man named Martin Luther King The only Son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy Son of Man I'll never understand. My God, they killed him.
(There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi, A man named Martin Luther King The only Son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ)
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