Bob Dylan

Songtekst

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

Sent him off to prison
For a seventy-dollar robbery
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 shit 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

Prison guards, they cursed him
As they watched 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
The rest of us are guards
Lord, Lord
They cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord
They laid him in the ground

Songinformatie

"George Jackson" is een song van Bob Dylan, geschreven in 1971. Dit lied is een eerbetoon aan de Black Panther leider, George Jackson, die kort daarvoor door de bewakers van de San Quentin Prison was neergeschoten en aan zijn verwondingen overleed op 21 augustus 1971. Deze gebeurtenis was indirect de aanleiding tot een gevangenisoproer genaamd "the Attica Prison riot".

Artiest	Bob Dylan
	A-kant
Titel	George Jackson (Big Band Version)
Lengte	05:33
Componist(en)	Bob Dylan
Producer(s)	Bob Dylan
	B-kant
Titel	George Jackson (Acoustic Version)
Lengte	03:38
Componist(en)	Bob Dylan
Producer(s)	Bob Dylan
Platenlabel	CBS
Catalogusnr	CBS 7688
Hoogste positie UK	-
Hoogste positie US	33
Album	Non-album Single maar verkrijgbaar op verzamelaar The Essential