Blues For Mr. Charlie

Whoah, whoah,
Blues for Mr. Charlie
Is a mournful refrain
It was born out of suffering, misery and pain
That came across oceans
To plantation farms
Where mother's little babies
Were torn from their arms

Blues for Mr. Charlie
Is killing his soul
For the way he betrayed
Human beings for gold
And now his dreams haunt him
Wherever he roams
And the harvest he is reaping
Are the seeds he has sown

Whoah, blues for Mr. Charlie
He can't comprehend
For the reason some boys
Want to grow into men
And walk with their heads high
In true dignity
In this land of the brave
And home of the free

Blues for Mr. Charlie,
Why can't you see?
We're singing these blues for you, Mr. Charlie,
Cause we gotta be free
We'll walk with our heads high
In true dignity
In this land of the brave
And the home of the free

Whoah, blues for Mr Charlie!
Sing those blues for Mr. Charlie!
Yeah, baby
Blues for Mr. Charlie
Whoah!