Ballad of Barney Graham (Live)

Ballad of Barney Graham (Live) - Pete Seeger

On April the thirtieth

Nineteen thirty-three

Upon the streets of Wilder

They shot him brave and free

They shot my darling father

He fell upon the ground

'Twas in the back they shot him

His blood came streaming down

They shot my darling father

And beaten him on the head

The higher gunmen beat him

And lefting their for then

Although he left the union

He tries so hard to build

His spare workes for justice

And justice guides us still