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Bob Dylan - Photo de Daniel Gomez
Par lfcali dans 8 - Littérature et Photographie: Le travail et l'exposition de l'Atelier Photo (2008-2010) le 9 Mars 2010 à 04:02I woke up this mornin´
There were tears in my bed
They killed a man I really loved
They 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-dollars robbery
They 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 too real.
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground.
The prison guards, they cussed him
As they watched him from above
But they were frightened of his power
They were scared of his love.
Lord, Lord, 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.
Bob Dylan
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