Max Ferguson, Martine Allard - Emmett Till Lyrics

The clock was ticking. Her blue eyes were shining. Her skirt gently swayed
The sun in the window. The goods on the counter, for which he gladly paid
A portrait of Lincoln, on a five dollar bill
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Some people said that they heard a whistle. Some people said that they did not
Summer time in, Mississippi, where even in the shade it's hot
Some people sleep just fine, even after they kill
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Flash bulbs were burning. Photographs were taken, of him in black and white
The church was crowded. The stained glass windows, let in the colored light An open pine wood coffin. A grave they had to fill
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An open window in a crowded court house, let in the morning light
The judge presided. The jury decided. Not one face that wasn't white He's waiting for justice, he's waiting there still
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