| A man lay dying in the street | |
| A thousand people fell down on their knees | |
| Any other day he would have been preaching | |
| Reaching all the people there, oh, Lord, Lord | |
| But Lord knows I can't change what I saw | |
| I say, "God rest his soul" | |
| The Memphis battleground was red | |
| 'Cause blood came pouring from his head | |
| Women and children fallin' down, crying | |
| For the man they loved so well, Lord, Lord, Lord | |
| But Lord knows I can't change what I saw | |
| I say, "God rest his soul" | |
| Lord knows I can't change what I saw | |
| I say, "God rest his soul" | |
| The morning sun will rise again | |
| With all their patience growing thin | |
| What we gonna do when war is come and we're dying? | |
| Dying for the 'cause I know | |
| Yeah, but, Lord knows I can't change what I saw | |
| I say, "God rest his soul" |