I'll sing you a about a southern town where the devil had his rule When faced an angry mob to send one man to school His was jimmy meredith The he helped to turn For he to stay on that terrible day The was soon to learn
There was blood, red blood, on hands, Yellow dirt on clothes What thought they were doing, God and the devil knows There was hate, hate, in their hearts, Shot from souls like a gun And as they threw stones and bricks, They screamed, "see what you done!"
The governor made a promise he would the trouble down But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be And men were filled with and fear, They screamed into the The rebel waved in the air The symbol of state's
was blood, red blood, on their hands, Yellow dirt on their What they thought they doing, Only God and the devil was hate, cold hate, in their hearts, Shot from their like a gun And as they threw their and bricks, screamed, "see what you have done!"
Gas was into the mob after each attack And though the gas was low, they never fired back And when the smoke had cleared and the fury it's pain Two men were dead and a hundred The south had risen
So mr barnet, and mr walker, too The are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over you But someday you'll for the south, to the southern tip of hell And hot down there, white-hot down there Let's hear rebel yell!
was blood, red blood, on their hands, Yellow dirt on clothes they thought they were doing, Only God and the knows There was hate, hate, in their hearts, Shot their souls like a gun And as threw their stones and bricks, They screamed, "see what you done!" "see you have done!"