Didn't he wear some dirty brown hair, and a beard all matted down?Oh, handsome and tan, but a natural man, and his sandals scraping the ground.I remember the time, and I still call it mine, when he walked the streets with a view.Cracking the seams of conformity's beams, with a message so old it was new.Folks came to town, when the word got around, to see just the love on his face.Police saw the crowds, they called them a mob, and sprayed them with a chemical.They drove him away, to the courthouse today.He's charged with unspeakable.Insiding to riot, sedition, and treason, and it's all on page one of the Times.At the top of the hill, he surveyed all at will.As they stood and pretended to be dead.For not humble and sad, in a world that was bad, made the tears of this Martin fall from the sky.Didn't he wear some dirty brown hair, and a beard all matted down?Oh, handsome and tan, but a natural man, and his sandals scraping the ground.Oh, handsome and tan, but a natural man, and his sandals scraping the ground.La-la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-laLa-la-la-la, la-la-la