I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule   When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school   His name was jimmy meredith   The tide he helped to turn   For he chose to stay on that terrible day   The land was soon to learn      There was blood, red blood, on their hands,   Yellow dirt on their clothes   What they thought they were doing,   Only God and the devil knows   There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,   Shot from their souls like a gun   And as they threw their stones and bricks,   They screamed, "see what you have done!"      The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble down   But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be found   And men were filled with hate and fear,   They screamed into the night   The rebel flag waved in the air   The symbol of state's rights      There was blood, red blood, on their hands,   Yellow dirt on their clothes   What they thought they were doing,   Only God and the devil knows   There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,   Shot from their souls like a gun   And as they threw their stones and bricks,   They screamed, "see what you have done!"      Gas was fired into the mob after each attack   And though the gas was running low, they never fired back   And when the smoke had cleared and the fury felt it's pain   Two men were dead and a hundred bled   The south had risen again      So listen mr barnet, and mr walker, too   The times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over you   But someday you'll head for the south, to the southern tip of hell   And it's hot down there, white-hot down there   Let's hear your rebel yell!      There was blood, red blood, on their hands,   Yellow dirt on their clothes   What they thought they were doing,   Only God and the devil knows   There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,   Shot from their souls like a gun   And as they threw their stones and bricks,   They screamed, "see what you have done!"   "see what you have done!"