PAUL SIMON
SIMON SAYS
Freedom rider.
They cursed my brother to his face.
“Go home, outsider.
This town is gonna be your buryin’ place."
He was singin’ on his knees,
an angry mob trailed along.
They shot my brother
because he hated what was wrong
They cursed my brother to his face.
“Go home, outsider.
This town is gonna be your buryin’ place."
He was singin’ on his knees,
an angry mob trailed along.
They shot my brother
because he hated what was wrong