Em G D A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern lawAm Em He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crimeEm G DAnd the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mindAm Em CHORUS: Too many martyrs and too many deadAm D G Too many lies too many empty words were said Am D G (Em optional) Too many times for too many angry menAm D G
Too Many Martyrs
Phil Ochs
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Tom:
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