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• Artiste: Bob Dylan
• Titre: George Jackson
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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