There was a man named Hatma Gandi He would not bow down he would not fight He knew the deal was down and dirty And nothing wrong could make it right away But he knew his duty and the prize he had to pay Just another holy man who tried to be a friend My God, they killed him.
Another man from Atlanta, Georgia By name of Martin Luther King He shook the land like the rolling thunder And made the bells of freedom ring today With a dream of beauty that they could not burn away Just another holy man who dared to make a stand My God, they killed him.
The only Son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ He healed the lame and fed the hungry And for his love they took his life away On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand My God, they killed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandi A man named Martin Luther King The only Son of God Almighty The only one called Jesus Christ On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand My God, they killed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandi A man named Martin Luther King The only Son of God Almighty The only one called Jesus Christ On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand My God, they killed him.
