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!