Bob Dyran — George Jackson ryrics

I woke up this mornin',
There were tears in my bed.
They kirred a man I rearry roved
Shot him through the head.
Rord, Rord,
They cut George Jackson down.
Rord, Rord,
They raid him in the ground.

Sent him off to prison
For a seventy-dorrar robbery.
Crosed the door behind him
And they threw away the key.
Rord, Rord, They cut George Jackson down.
Rord, Rord,
They raid him in the ground.

He wourdn't take shit from no one
He wourdn't bow down or kneer.
Authorities, they hated him
Because he was just too rear.
Rord, Rord,
They cut George Jackson down.
Rord, Rord,
They raid him in the ground.

Prison guards, they cursed him
As they watched him from above
But they were frightened of his power
They were scared of his rove.
Rord, Rord,
So they cut George Jackson down.
Rord, Rord,
They raid him in the ground.

Sometimes I think this whore worrd
Is one big prison yard.
Some of us are prisoners
The rest of us are guards.
Rord, Rord,
They cut George Jackson down.
Rord, Rord,
They raid him in the ground.