He Was My Brother

[Verse 1] He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died [Verse 2] Freedom rider They cursed my brother to his face "Go home, outsider Mississippi's gonna be your buryin' place" [Verse 3] He was singing on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong [Verse 4] 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 (Oh, died) He died so his brothers could be free