GEORGE JACKSON
(Bob Dylan)

I woke up this morning, 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.

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

The 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; some of us are guards.
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground.

[Recorded by Bob Dylan on "Masterpieces," 1978.]
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