He-e-e-e was my brother Five years older than I He-e-e-e was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Fre-e-e-edom rider They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider Mississippi's gonna be your buryin' place He-e-e-e was singin' on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong He-e-e-e 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, God, he died so his brothers could be free