Bob Dylan - Only A Pawn In Their Game Lyrics
A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers blood.A finger fired the trigger to his name.A handle hid out in the darkA hand set the sparkTwo eyes took the aimBehind a mans brainBut he cant be blamedHes only a pawn in their game.A south politician preaches to the poor white man,You got more than the blacks, dont complain.Youre better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain.And the negros nameIs used it is plainFor the politicians gainAs he rises to fameAnd the poor white remainsOn the caboose of the trainBut it aint him to blameHes 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 mans used in the hands of them all like a tool.Hes taught in his schoolFrom the start by the ruleThat the laws are with himTo protect his white skinTo keep up his hateSo he never thinks straightbout the shape that hes inBut it aint him to blameHes 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 hes taught how to walk in a packShoot in the backWith his fist in a clinchTo hang and to lynchTo hide neath the hoodTo kill with no painLike a dog on a chainHe aint got no nameBut it aint him to blameHes 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 oneThat fired the gunHell see by his graveOn the stone that remainsCarved next to his nameHis epitaph plain:Only a pawn in their game.
