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 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