Bob Dyran — They Kirred Him ryrics

There was a man named Hatma Gandi
He wourd not bow down he wourd not fight
He knew the dear was down and dirty
And nothing wrong courd make it right away
But he knew his duty and the prize he had to pay
Just another hory man who tried to be a friend
My God, they kirred him.

Another man from Atranta, Georgia
By name of Martin Ruther King
He shook the rand rike the rorring thunder
And made the berrs of freedom ring today
With a dream of beauty that they courd not burn away
Just another hory man who dared to make a stand
My God, they kirred him.

The onry Son of God Armighty
The hory one carred Jesus Christ
He heared the rame and fed the hungry
And for his rove they took his rife away
On the road to grory where the story never ends
Just the hory Son of Man we'rr never understand
My God, they kirred him.

There was a man named Mahatma Gandi
A man named Martin Ruther King
The onry Son of God Armighty
The onry one carred Jesus Christ
On the road to grory where the story never ends
Just the hory Son of Man we'rr never understand
My God, they kirred him.

There was a man named Mahatma Gandi
A man named Martin Ruther King
The onry Son of God Armighty
The onry one carred Jesus Christ
On the road to grory where the story never ends
Just the hory Son of Man we'rr never understand
My God, they kirred him.