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Only A Pawn In Their Game

This song is by Bob Dylan and appears on the album The Times They Are A-Changin' (1964).

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Only A Pawn In Their Game
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 dark, a hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim, behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
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 a 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 Medger 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

You'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name, his epitaph plain
"Only a pawn in their game"

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Bob Dylan

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