"Too Many Martyrs" by Phil Ochs In the state of Mississippi many years agoEm G D A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern lawAm Em He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crimeEm G D And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mindAm Em CHORUS: Too many martyrs and too many dead Am D G Too many lies too many empty words were saidAm D G (Em optional) Too many times for too many angry menAm D G Oh let it never be againAm D Em
