George Jackson (Acoustic Version|- unplug) - Bob Dylan

I woke up this mornin'

There were tears in my bed

They killed a man I really loved

Shot him through the head

Lord Lord

They cut George Jackson down

Lord Lord

They laid him in the ground

They sent him off to prison

For a seventy-dollar 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 sh*t from no one

He wouldn't bow down or kneel

Authorities they hated him

Because he was just too real

Lord Lord

They cut George Jackson down

Lord Lord

They laid him in the ground

The prison guards they watched him

As they cursed him from above

But they were frightened of his power

They were scared of his love

Lord Lord

So 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

Rest of us are guards

Lord Lord

They cut George Jackson down

Lord Lord

They laid him in the ground