| Lyrics: | by 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 |
