Only a Pawn in Their Game - Bob Dylan
Only a Pawn in Their Game 文本歌词
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' bloodA 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 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 the 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 Medgar 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
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain
Only a pawn in their game
Only a Pawn in Their Game LRC歌词
[00:01.38]A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood
[00:08.55]A finger fired the trigger to his name
[00:13.56]A handle hid out in the dark
[00:17.77]A hand set the spark
[00:19.90]Two eyes took the aim
[00:23.30]Behind a man's brain
[00:26.64]But he can't be blamed
[00:29.69]He's only a pawn in their game
[00:36.48]A south politician preaches to the poor white man
[00:43.35]You got more than blacks don't complain
[00:47.46]You're better than them you been born with white skin they explain
[00:54.63]And the Negro's name
[00:58.16]Is used it is plain
[01:01.44]For the politician's gain
[01:04.59]As he rises to fame
[01:06.94]And the poor white remains
[01:09.02]On the caboose of the train
[01:11.42]But it ain't him to blame
[01:13.60]He's only a pawn in their game
[01:23.18]The deputy sheriffs the soldiers the governors get paid
[01:29.87]And the marshals and cops get the same
[01:35.28]But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
[01:43.20]He's taught in his school
[01:46.07]From the start by the rule
[01:48.55]That the laws are with him
[01:50.81]To protect his white skin
[01:53.23]To keep up his hate
[01:55.17]So he never thinks straight
[01:57.16]'Bout the shape that he's in
[01:59.29]But it ain't him to blame
[02:01.33]He's only a pawn in their game
[02:09.94]From the poverty shacks he looks from the cracks to the tracks
[02:17.19]And the hoof beats pound in his brain
[02:21.28]And he's taught how to walk in a pack
[02:25.39]Shoot in the back
[02:26.58]With his fist in a clinch
[02:29.96]To hang and to lynch
[02:32.80]To hide neath the hood
[02:34.87]To kill with no pain
[02:37.03]Like a dog on a chain
[02:39.18]He ain't got no name
[02:41.28]But it ain't him to blame
[02:43.27]He's only a pawn in their game
[02:51.82]Today Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
[02:58.82]They lowered him down as a king
[03:04.41]But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
[03:09.29]That fired the gun
[03:11.30]He'll see by his grave
[03:14.20]On the stone that remains
[03:16.70]Carved next to his name
[03:18.76]His epitaph plain
[03:21.16]Only a pawn in their game