Wonder how many recall these two songs!
“Hello Bobby, Six white horses come to take you home...”
“A young man rode with his head held high,
Under the Texas sun,
And no one guessed,
That a man so blessed,
Would perish by the gun,
Lord, would perish by the gun.
A shot rang out like a Southern shout,
And Heaven held its breath,
For a man shot down,
In a Southern town,
In the summer of his years,
Yes, the summer of his years.
And we who stay mustn’t ever lose,
The victories that he’s won,
For wherever “man” looks to Freedom’s past,
His soul goes riding on,
Lord, his soul goes riding on!”
Or THIS one!
“When that man is dead and gone
When that man is dead and gone
We’ll go dancing down the street
Kissing everyone we meet
When that man is dead and gone.”