Bob Dylan - Photo de Daniel Gomez

I 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