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The Death Of Emmett Till 1Bob Dylan © 1963, 1968 Warner Bros. Music, renewed 1991, 1996 Special Rider Music(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com) |
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Cynthia Gooding's radio show - 13.jan.1962 This one's called "Emmett Till" By the way the melody here ... i stole the melody from Len Chandler ... He's a funny guy, he's a folksinger, he uses a lot of funny chords ... 'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago When a young boy from Chicago town walked in a southern door This boy's fateful tragedy you should all remember well The color of his skin was black an' his name was Emmett Till. Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up They said they had a reason but i disremember what They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat There were screamin' sounds inside the barn, there was laughin' sounds out on the street. Then they rode his body down a gulf amidst a blood red rain And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screamin' pain The reason that they killed him there an' i'm sure it ain't no lie 'Cause he was born a black skin boy, he was born to die. And then to stop the united states of yellin' for a trial Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till But on the jury they were men who had helped the brothers commit this awful crime An' so this trial was a mockery but nobody seemed to mind. I saw the mornin' papers but i could not bear To see the smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea. If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust Your eyes are filled with dead man's clay an' your ears must be filled with dust Your arms an' legs they must be in shackles an' chains an' your mind it must cease to flow For you to let our human race fall down so godawful low. This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow men That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Klu Klux Klan But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we'd give all we could give We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live. |
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First McKenzie tape part 3, Home of Eve and Mac McKenzie, NYC - 27.jan.1962 'Twas down in Mississippi, not so long ago When a boy from Chicago town walked in a southern's door. This boy's fateful tragedy you should all remember well The color of his skin was black an' his name was Emmett Till. Some men they dragged him to a barn an' there they beat him up They claimed to have a reason but i disremember what They tortured him an' they did some things too evil to repeat There were screamin' sounds inside the barn, there was laughin' out on the street. Then they rode his body down a gulf amidst a blood red rain An' they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screamin' pain. The reason that they killed him there, i guess it ain't no lie Because he was a black skin boy, he was born just to die. An' then to cease the nation of yellin' for a trial Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till But in the jury they were men who helped the brothers in this crime So this trial was a mockery but nobody seemed to mind. I saw the mornin' papers but i could not bear To see the brothers smilin' walkin' down the courthouse stairs For the jury found them innocent an' the brothers they went free While Emmett's body floats the foam in a Jim Crow southern sea. If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust Your eyes are filled with dead man's dirt, your ears are filled with dust Your arms an' legs must be chained an' your mind must cease to flow(!) For you to let the human race fall down so godawful low. This song is a reminder to remind you fellow men That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Klu Klux Klan But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we'd give all we could give We'd make this great land of ours a better place to live. |
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The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session 1, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 24.apr.1962, take 1, CO70089-1 'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago When a young boy from Chicago town walked in a southern door This boy's fateful tragedy you should all remember well The color of his skin was black an' his name was Emmett Till. Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up They said they had a reason but i disremember what They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat There were screamin' sounds inside the barn, there was laughin' sounds out on the street. Then they rode his body down a gulf amidst a blood red rain And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screamin' pain The reason that they killed him there an' i'm sure it ain't no lie He was a black skin boy so he was born to die. And then to stop the united states of yellin' for a trial Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till But on the jury they were men who'd helped the brothers commit this awful crime An' so this trial was a mockery but nobody seemed to mind. I saw the mornin' papers but i could not bear To see the smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs For the jury found 'em innocent and the brothers they went free While Emmett's body still floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea. If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust Your eyes are filled with dead man's dirt, your mind is filled with dust Your arms an' legs they must be in shackles an' chains an' your blood it must cease to flow For you to let this human race fall down so godawful low. This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow men That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Klu Klux Klan But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we'd give all we could give We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live. |
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Broadside show, WBAI FM radio NYC, may 1962 Bob where were your raised ? In Gallup New Mexico ... This is a Len Chandler tune ... Before i met him, i never sang one song in minor key ... 'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago When a young boy from Chicago town walked through a southern door This boy's fateful tragedy you should all remember well The color of his skin was black an' his name was Emmett Till. Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up They said they had a reason but i disremember what They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat There were screamin' sounds inside the barn, there was laughin' sounds out on the street. Then they rode his body down a gulf amidst a blood red rain And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screamin' pain The reason that they killed him there an' i'm sure it ain't no lie Was just for the fun of killin' him an' to slowly watch him die. And then to stop the united states of yellin' for a trial Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till But on the jury they were men who'd helped the brothers commit this awful crime An' so this trial was a mockery but nobody seemed to mind. I saw the mornin' papers but i could not bear To see the smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs For the jury found 'em innocent and the brothers they went free While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea. If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust Your eyes are filled with dead man's dirt an' your mind is filled with dust Your arms an' legs they must be in shackles an' chains an' your blood it must refuse to flow For you to let this human race fall down so godawful low. This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow men That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Klu Klux Klan But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we'd give all we could give We'd make this great land of ours a greater place to live. |
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Live, Finjan club, Montréal, Québec - 2.jul.1962 f Billy Faier Show, WBAI-FM radio, NYC - 9.oct.1962 b Witmark demo, NYC - december 1962 w {\sl Three slightly differing lyrics } 'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago When a young boy from Chicago [townw] [steppedb,w | walkedf] [inb | throughf,w] a southern door This boy's fateful tragedy [i can stillb,w | you should allf] remember well The color of his skin was black an' his name was Emmett Till. Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up They said they had a reason but i [disrememberf,b | can't rememberw] what They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat There were screamin' sounds inside the barn, there was laughin' sounds out on the street. Then they rode his body down a gulf amidst a blood red rain And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screamin' pain The reason that they killed him there an' i'm sure it [ain'tb,w | wasf] no lie [The cause is for the fun of killin' him and to slowly watch him dieb. | Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly dief,w.] And then to stop the united states of yellin' for a trial Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till But on the jury they were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime An' so this trial was a mockery but nobody seemed to mind. I saw the mornin' papers but i could not bear To see the smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea. If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust Your eyes are filled with dead man's dirt, your mind is filled with dust Your arms an' legs they must be in shackles an' chains an' your blood it must refuse to flow For you to let this human race fall down so godawful low. This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow men That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Klu Klux Klan But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we'd give all we could give We'd make this great land of ours a greater place to live. |
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