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, he was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free,
He died so his brothers could be free