George Jackson
Bob Dylan


                                       I woke up this mornin',
                                       There were tears in my bed.
                                       They killed a man I really loved
                                       Shot him through the head.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       They cut George Jackson down.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       They laid him in the ground.

                                       Sent him off to prison
                                       For a seventy-dollar robbery.
                                       Closed the door behind him
                                       And they threw away the key.
                                       Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       They laid him in the ground.

                                       He wouldn't take shit from no one
                                       He wouldn't bow down or kneel.
                                       Authorities, they hated him
                                       Because he was just too real.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       They cut George Jackson down.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       They laid him in the ground.

                                       Prison guards, they cursed him
                                       As they watched him from above
                                       But they were frightened of his power
                                       They were scared of his love.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       So they cut George Jackson down.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       They laid him in the ground.

                                       Sometimes I think this whole world
                                       Is one big prison yard.
                                       Some of us are prisoners
                                       The rest of us are guards.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       They cut George Jackson down.
                                       Lord, Lord,
                                       They laid him in the ground.






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