Too Many Martyrs

In the state of Mississippi many years ago
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A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
Am                       Em
He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime
Em                  G                 D
And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind

Chorus:
Am                                   Em
Too many martyrs and too many dead
        Am          D              G
Too many lies too many empty words were said
Am          D             G              (Em optional)
Too many times for too many angry men
Am          D              G
Oh let it never be again
Am          D         Em