Oh John Brown, tell me where are you now?
Kansas is bleeding, the world's falling down
Oh John Brown, tell me where can you be?
You mustn't be sleeping, we need to be free
John Brown, those gallows hang high
And by the next morning you surely will die
Said to be a traitor of the commonwealth law
You'll be a martyr as soon as you fall
Old Harper's ferry, you led a big raid
Of your twenty-one men, only three would be saved
Most were killed when they stormed on your fort
The rest were all hanged by a kangaroo court
Oh John Brown, you lay in your grave
But your soul marches on, so they say
For 59 years you lived out your days
A rope around your neck was the price you would pay
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Oh John Brown, tell me where are you now?
Kansas is bleeding, the world's falling down
Oh John Brown, tell me where can you be?
You mustn't be sleeping, we need to be free
John Brown, those gallows hang high
And by the next morning you surely will die
Said to be a traitor of the commonwealth law
You'll be a martyr as soon as you fall
Old Harper's ferry, you led a big raid
Of your twenty-one men, only three would be saved
Most were killed when they stormed on your fort
The rest were all hanged by a kangaroo court
Oh John Brown, you lay in your grave
But your soul marches on, so they say
For 59 years you lived out your days
A rope around your neck was the price you would pay
Kansas is bleeding, the world's falling down
Oh John Brown, tell me where can you be?
You mustn't be sleeping, we need to be free
John Brown, those gallows hang high
And by the next morning you surely will die
Said to be a traitor of the commonwealth law
You'll be a martyr as soon as you fall
Old Harper's ferry, you led a big raid
Of your twenty-one men, only three would be saved
Most were killed when they stormed on your fort
The rest were all hanged by a kangaroo court
Oh John Brown, you lay in your grave
But your soul marches on, so they say
For 59 years you lived out your days
A rope around your neck was the price you would pay
Writer: Zachary King
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