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G
There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi.
He would not bow down he would not fight.
He knew the deal was down and dirty,
F C
And nothing wrong could make it right away
G
But he knew his duty and the prize he had to pay.
D
C
Just another holy man who dared to be a friend.
G
My God, they killed him.
Another man from Atlanta, Georgia,
By name of Martin Luther King.
He shook the land like the rolling thunder,
He 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 sick and He 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 I'll never understand.
My God, they killed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi.
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 I'll never understand.
My God, they killed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi.
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 I'll never understand.
My God, they killed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi.
A man named Martin Luther King.
The only Son of God Almighty.
The only one called Jesus Christ. . . . (fade)
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