I think of Andy in the cold wet clay
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Those three are on my mind
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With his comrades down beside him
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On that brutal day
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Those three are on my mind
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There lies young James in his final pain
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Those three are on my mind
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So I ask the killers, "Can you see those three again?
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Those three are on my mind"
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I see dark eyed Michael
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With his dark eyed bride
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Those three are on my mind
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And three proud mothers
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Weeping side by side
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Those three are on my mind
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But I'm grieving yet
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And for some the sky is bright
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I cannot give up hoping
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For a morning light
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So I ask the killers, "Do you sleep at night?
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Oh, those three are on my mind"
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I see tin roof shanties
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Where my brothers live
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Those three are on my mind
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And the little burnt out churches
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Where they sing we forgive
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Those three are on my mind
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I know of Tom paints water tree
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I know the price of liberty
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Now I ask the question that is deep inside of me
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Did they also burn the Courthouse
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When they killed those three
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Those three are on my mind
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Those three are on my mind
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Those three are on my mind
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Those Three Are On My Mind
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| Harry Belafonte |
