The Death of Emmett Till By bob dylan

Who is bob dylan?

Bob Dylan is an american songwriter, performer, artist, and writer. His career began in the early 1960s. During this time he wrote many songs about social issues such as war and civil rights. Many would categorize him as a folk rock singer. He has won many awards and his music is highly respected by all.

the death of emmett till

Bob Dylan wrote The Death of Emmett Till during a time of complete chaos. Dylan was known for writing about the environment around him, and he wrote The Death of Emmett Till to try and capture the injustice of the crime. Dylan was rather young when he wrote it and this was one of his earliest songs. In an interview Dylan explains that he was initially proud of the song, but later embarrassed by it literalness. The song lacks the poetic lyrics that many have fallen in love with in Dylan's other ballads.

The death of emmett till lyrics

Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago

When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.

This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,

The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.

It was down in Mississippi, not long ago.

When a young boy from Chicago was in a southern town.

I still remember this tragedy well,

He was black and 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 can't remember what.

They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat.

There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.

Men dragged him and beat him in the barn.

They said they had a reason, but it wasn't a valid one.

They tortured him and did other evil things that are hard to talk about.

Emmett was screaming in the barn, and other men laughed in the streets.

Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain

And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain.

The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie,

Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die.

They rolled his body into the gulf and it went off with the rain

They threw in the water to calm his screaming

The reason they killed him there

Was just for the fun of it and to watch him die.

nd then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,

Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till.

But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,

And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.

To silent the people begging for a trail,

Two brothers confessed.

However, the jury was rigged

And so the trial was a joke and no one seemed to care.

I saw the morning 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.

I saw the headlines in the papers, but didn’t want to see

The happy brothers walking free.

They were found innocent and sent free,

While Emmett’s body is in the southern ocean.

If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust,

Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.

Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow,

For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!

If you can’t speak against this heinous crime,

You are wrong and your mind is dead,

You are shackled and your blood doesn’t flow,

For we have let the human race go too far.

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man

That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.

But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,

We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.

This song is a reminder to everyone,

That these evil things still go on today, just like the Klu Klux Klan.

If all of us right minded people gave all we could give,

We could make this place a greater place to live.

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