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's gonna be your buryin' place
He was singing 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 freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
