Englewood

Hanging the shoes on the power lines
Cousin won’t be coming home
Father in the clink, got to do his time
Father won’t be coming home
Carry on, Carry on, Young son
Carry on, Carry on oppressed ones
See the tear in the eye and the mother’s cry
Know that you’re not alone
Know that you’re not alone
We found him dead in Englewood
Brother won’t be coming home
Confined to the lines of the neighborhood
Defend what is left of home
And the news won’t say the names
Of the ten found dead in their early graves
But through it all we hear the call
Know that you’re not alone
Please know that you’re not alone
Whoa oh oh oh
He won’t come, come home
Whoa oh oh oh
He won’t come, come home
Hanging the shoes on the power lines
Cousin won’t be coming home
Father in the clink, got to do his time
Father won’t be coming home