'Les Paul's' - Frank Lyrics

Frank was raised in Brooklyn
From where he learned his skills
He moved down to Atlanta
Running a factory for pencils

He was always on the outside
No matter what he said or did
For his wealth he couldn't hide
Resentment boiled up under the lid

He gave work to the poor
No matter what their age
Mary she worked on the shop floor
For a pittance of a wage

She was only thirteen
Her family needed her pay
She worked on the machines
For one dollar twenty a day

One day they found her dead
In the basement where she worked
Jim Conley the janitor said
I only found her and I raised the alert

Although it all pointed to him
Jim was not the one they named
The jury knew he'd lied to save his skin
It was Frank the Jew that they blamed

Though they had very little proof
They said that Frank had done the deed
The crowds jubilation hit the roof
When Frank's fate was guaranteed

They sentenced him to the rope
But later changed it to life
Frank thought he had some hope
But the crowd were sharpening their knives

One day the lynch mob came
And snatched Frank out of jail
They put Frank into chains
And drove on the backwoods trial

Twenty eight men in the mob
A Judge, Governors, Sheriffs and Mayors
Frank was the only one that sobbed
For Frank no one said prayers

On an old oak tree Frank was hung
As the mob posed for pictures
In the Georgia wind he swung
Surrounded by the racist victors

They sold postcards of the hanging
For twenty five cents in the store
And pieces of the shirt he was wearing
And bits of the rope but they wanted more

Long after Frank had gone
And they'd put a lid on their hate
They granted Frank a pardon
Although it was way too late

Leo Frank was killed for being a Jew
From Dreyfus to Frank to the six million dead
Yes killed for being different than you
When will they stop hating and learn to love instead?
And learn to love instead?
When will they stop hating and learn to love instead?