Lyrics

We lost our four big chances Calvary Dallas Memphis L.A In two thousand years, four chances A cross and a gun stole them away A man called John loved by everyone Who's smile was as bright as his dream And his brother Bob together with God Planned a beautiful scene They stood hand in hand with a noble black man Whose voice made your heart want to sing They taught brotherhood that this world understood The Irish, a Jew, and a black man called King Then hate with a tail climbed from out of hell With a forked tongue spoke from a tree The Jew died for sin, the black man for skin The Irish, they died for liberty At Calvary, Dallas, Memphis, L.A