Phil Ochs

Here's to the state of Mississippi, For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines, If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes, the calender is lyin' when it reads the

Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there a

Pre>em g d In the state of mississippi many years ago Am em A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law Em g d He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime Am em And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind Am d g Chorus: too