Warm in the jailhouse when Brown fell asleep
A bootful of liquor he borrowed
Dreamed he was colored and waiting to meet
The rich man drawing tomorrow
Head full of cotton, the scent in his mouth
White coat of paint on the steeple
The smug, sleeping town and its people
Sheriff Brown bit through his tongue
When he shot out the black boy he thought was stealing
Churches burned on the hillside like cattle on Calvary
Frightened and thirsty
The river swelled up until the valley could feel
Its moving like meddling fury
Brown asked the creek why the Lord had to steal
His horse, house, and his babies
Grasping for branches while floating downstream
Scared, unfamiliar, and stranded
Jumped on a dog, broke its neck on a tree
His feet all but once again planted
Sheriff Brown bit through his tongue
When he screamed like a soldier for justice and mercy
Churches burned on the hillside like cattle on Calvary
Frightened and thirsty
Brown left the jail for a bar across town
A street where the weight left his shoulder
Walked through the door, finding no one around
But Jesus, in a booth in the corner
Rubbed at his eyes, turned his radio off
Seeing, but far from believing
Jesus stood up, and with a thick southern drawl
Said, "Brown, I'm the nigger you're seeking"
Sheriff Brown bit through his tongue
When he strung up the savior on a hook on the ceiling
Churches burned on the hillside like cattle on Calvary
Dumb of their freedom