The Murder Of Leo Frank

Come gather 'round people
A story I should tell
I sing today of Leo Frank
It's a tale I've known so well
Well you might have heard the ballads
Or you might have heard the songs
'Bout poor little Mary Fagan
And how it was that she was wronged
Well my story's not about the crime
Nor about his so-called trial
Where Leo Frank the innocent
Was found guilty and given time
Leo Frank is gone
But the memory lives on

Convicted by our press accounts
Railroaded by the court
Well thousands came from all around
For Leo Frank's fate was made sport
Well on the courthouse steps
Old John Carson can be heard
Singing songs made right up on the spot
For the thousands gathered there
He said "Hang that little Jew
Let's hang that little Jew
Hang that little Jew"
He hang that little Jew

On the 17th of August
It was on that fateful day
Six cars filled up with angry men
To the Midgeville prison came
Then they drained the gas tanks of the cops
Cut down the telephone wires
And cuffed the friendly warden
And with Frank they bid goodbye

Outside of Marietta
At a spot they did prepare
There's an old oak branch and a length of rope
And a rickety old chair
Singing, they hung that little Jew
Well they hung that little Jew
They hung that little Jew
Well they hung that little Jew

And when the killing had been done
All the men they gathered round
To get a picture of themselves
With Frank's body a-danglin' down
There were prominent politicians
[?] too
The captains of local industry
And the founder of the local Scout troop

"We're the knights of Mary Fagan"
All the Klansmen cried with glee
Burned a cross up on old Stone Mountain
For all the world to see
They're singin', they hung a little Jew
"Oh, we hung that little Jew"
Well, they hung that little Jew
"Yeah, we hung that little Jew"

Well the Jews of old Atlanta
Well they thought they had it made
But thousands left old Georgia now
For the safety of a northern state

There'll be no menorah in your window
No more [?]
Them Jews that did not leave right off
Learned how to deep down inside

Oh, Leo Frank is gone
But his memory lingers on

For little Mary Fagan's song
John Carson can we thank
But next time you're at services
Say a cottage for Leo Frank