| Lyrics: | I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule
When marshalls faced an
angry mob to send one man to school
His name was Jimmy Meredith
the tide he helped to
turn
For he chose to stay on that terrible day
The land was soon to learn
There was
blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were
doing,
Only god and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot
from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, |
