Those Three Are On My Mind

I think of Andy in the cold wet clay

Those three are on my mind

With his friends beside him on that brutal day

Those three are on my mind

There lies young James in his mortal pain

Those three are on my mind

So I ask those killers, can you sleep again?

Those three are on my mind

I see young Michael with his soft-eyed bride

Those three are on my mind

And three proud mothers weeping side by side

Those three are on my mind

But I breathe yet and for some the sky is bright

I cannot give up hoping for a morning light

So I ask those killers, can you sleep at night?

Those three are on my mind

Those three are on my mind

I see the tin roof shanties where my brothers live

Those three are on my mind

And the burnt out churches where they sing, we forgive

Those three are on my mind

While on the backwoods roads still ride the hooded bands

Poisoning the air throughout the good south land

So I ask those killers, can you ever wash your hands?

Those three are on my mind

Those three are on my mind

There sit the mighty judges handing down the law

Those three are on my mind

In their marble courthouse, we are filled with awe

Those three are on my mind

I know of Tom Paine's water tree

I know the price of liberty

But I must ask that question that still burns in me

Did they also burn the courthouse when they killed those three?

Those three are on my mind

Those three are on my mind