Only A Pawn In Their Game Chords - Bob Dylan






From: hhub5 (wei17@gmx.net)

Title: Only A Pawn In thier Gane (B. Dylan)

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A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.
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A finger fired the trigger to his name.
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A handle hid out in the dark
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A hand set the spark
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Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
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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:
Only a pawn in their game.