Johnny Red & the Prayerhouse People - Young Emmet Till

Young Emmet was shot in the evening
In the Tallahatchie River he sank
He was beaten, swollen and eyeless
Two white men were left on the bank
With barbed wire they tied his black-skinned body
To a 75-pound cotton-gin fan
He must have sunk like stone to the bottom
At 14 he was barely a man
And I sing to you, young Emmet Till
To the blood and the life that was spilled
I know what they did and I am saddened as Hell
There’s an evil in this world I just never will get
They found his disfigured body
They could tell it was him by a ring
There was an open-casket funeral
His mother was bent on that thing
In Mississippi the Crows were all singing
And you better take heed when their singing is on
But Emmet was too young to get it
He was as fresh as the daisies at dawn
And I sing to you, young Emmet Till
To the blood and the life that was spilled
I know what they did and I am saddened as Hell
There’s an evil in this world I just never will get

Written by:
John Gravdal

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