Bob Dylan - Only a Pawn in Their Game
[00:00.50] A bullet from the back of a bush
[00:04.15] Took Medgar Evers' blood
[00:07.90] A finger fired the trigger to his name
[00:12.81] A handle hid out in the dark
[00:17.21] A hand set the spark
[00:19.35] Two eyes took the aim
[00:22.25] Behind a man's brain
[00:26.00] But he can't be blamed
[00:28.84] He's only a pawn in their game
[00:35.70] A South politician preaches to the poor white man
[00:42.35] "You got more than the blacks, don't complain
[00:46.99] You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain
[00:53.63] And the Negro's name
[00:57.63] Is used, it is plain
[01:00.93] For the politician's gain
[01:03.77] As he rises to fame
[01:06.40] And the poor white remains
[01:08.55] On the caboose of the train
[01:10.94] But it ain't him to blame
[01:13.11] He's only a pawn in their game
[01:22.01] The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
[01:29.16] And the marshals and cops get the same
[01:34.56] But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
[01:42.21] He's taught in his school
[01:45.35] From the start by the rule
[01:48.13] That the laws are with him
[01:50.27] To protect his white skin
[01:52.65] To keep up his hate
[01:54.80] So he never thinks straight
[01:56.79] 'Bout the shape that he's in
[01:58.68] But it ain't him to blame
[02:00.93] He's only a pawn in their game
[02:08.59] From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
[02:16.49] And the hoofbeats pound in his brain
[02:20.69] And he's taught how to walk in a pack
[02:24.83] Shoot in the back
[02:26.47] With his fist in a clinch
[02:29.11] To hang and to lynch
[02:32.35] To hide 'neath the hood
[02:34.49] To kill with no pain
[02:36.64] Like a dog on a chain
[02:38.79] He ain't got no name
[02:40.81] But it ain't him to blame
[02:42.66] He's only a pawn in their game
[02:50.80] Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
[02:58.45] They lowered him down as a king
[03:03.09] But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
[03:08.98] That fired the gun
[03:10.63] He'll see by his grave
[03:13.77] On the stone that remains
[03:16.16] Carved next to his name
[03:18.30] His epitaph plain
[03:20.71] Only a pawn in their game
