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By UB40

Appeal to the governor, of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow
Federal court won, too much to open
He's been there for five years and they won't let him go

(Chorus)
Tyler is guilty white judges said so
What right do we got to say it's not so
Tyler is guilty white judges said so
What right do we got to say it's not so

(saxophone chorus)

Testify under pressure, a racist jury
Government lawyers it's all for sure
Rows of white faces, false accusations
He's framed up for murder, they won't let him go

(Chorus)

His gun was planted, no matching bullets
No points on the handle, no proof to show
But Tyler, is guilty, the white judges said so
They show him no mercy they won't let him go

(Chorus)

Appeal to the governor, of Louisiana
You may get an answer, the process is slow
Federal court won, too much to open
He's been there for five years, they won't let him go

(Chorus X 2)

Tyler is guilty, white judges said so
They show him no mercy, they won't let him go
Tyler is guilty, white judges said so
They show him no mercy, they won't let him go
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King, where are your people now?
Chained and pacified.
Tried in vain to show them how.
And for that you died.

You had a dream of a promised land.
People of all nations walking hand in hand
But they're not ready to accept
That dream situatuin, yet.

King, where are your people now?
Chained and pacified.
Tried in vain to show them how.
And for that you died.
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There are murders that we must account for
Bloody deeds have been done in my name
Criminal acts we must pay for
And our children will shoulder the blame

(Chorus)

I`m a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame (Repeat)


As a nation we`re following blindly
No-one stops to question why
Our money`s supporting an army
And a boy in Soweto dies


(Chorus)

I`m a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame (Repeat)

Must we go on ignoring forever
The cries of an African son
There`s a soldier`s hand on the trigger
But it`s we who are pointing the gun


(Chorus)

I`m a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame (Repeat)
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Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies

Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head
Politicians argue sharpening their knives
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives

(Chorus)
Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west

Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is hear to stay
Jesus son of Mary is born again today
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh


Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck
For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
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