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Lyrics for Only a Pawn in Their Game by Bob Dylan:
| | | Artist: | Bob Dylan |
| | Album: | The Times They Are A-Changin | | Track: | Only a Pawn in Their Game | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 159 | | | | Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.
A finger
fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two
eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in
their game.
A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
"You got more than
the blacks, don't complain.
You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they
explain.
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As
he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't
him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the
governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man's used
in the hands of them all like a tool.
He's taught in his school
From the start by the
rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So
he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's
only a pawn in their game.
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the
tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a
pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide
'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no
name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
Today, Medgar
Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the
shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone
that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
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