Only a Pawn in Their Game
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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 hoofbeats 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

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Written by: Bob Dylan

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Ig-nat-ius

Lyrics:
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 N-gro’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 hoofbeats 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



Wasis Willbe

​ @Basil Fomeen According to these excerpts from St Louis Post Dispatch article titled, "St. Louis police release pawn shop surveillance video in hunt for killer of retired police captain " by Kim Bell Jun 5, 2020:
"A surveillance video showing men breaking into a pawn shop was released by police Friday in an effort to catch the person who fatally shot a retired police captain hired to protect the shop from looters."
"Dorn’s wife, Ann Marie Dorn, has said her husband was a friend of the pawn shop’s owner and worked for him. He would go to the shop when burglar alarms sounded to make sure it was secure, she said. She is a sergeant with St. Louis police."
"The video released by police doesn’t show the killing of David Dorn, 77, who was shot early Tuesday. He was found dead on the sidewalk in front of the shop."
"The video runs from 2:13 a.m. to nearly 2:17 a.m. Dorn was found dead about 2:30 a.m."
"David Dorn retired from the St. Louis police force in 2007 after 38 years on the job."
"David Dorn, in a 2008 photo when Dorn became police chief of Moline Acres." [at 65 years of age]

On the Pawn shops facebook page there is live video coverage (recorded by bystander Derek Brown?) posted with a timestamp of
12:50 a.m., runtime app. 36 minutes, showing police taping off the area including the entire street, before the reported time of the alleged murder? Considering the circumstances, why would a veteran P.O. at 77 years of age, be left alone, by himself, no backup, no other officers nor anyone locked & loaded, to "protect" "Lee’s Pawn & Jewelry at 4123 Martin Luther King Drive" at the reported time of two-thirty in the morning?

Another post titled:
"Police release video in hunt for retired captain's killer"
[by] Kim Bell Jun 5, 2020



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MerkinMuffly

BREAKING: After 126 years, Mississippi’s state flag bearing Confederate battle emblem REMOVED.
“I can’t believe it. I am so emotional. Medgar’s wings must be clapping.” —Myrlie Evers, widow of slain civil rights leader Medgar Evers.

Josh Vanderpool

A bullet from the back of the bush took Medgar Evers’ blood. RIP to a revolutionary! We never hear about the good people behind the scenes until its too late.

Chillicothe

Now we must be rid of the fascist trump and all of his supporters.

vargaso

He's singular. He's Zelig. He was everywhere first. He wrote immediately ancient songs in his youth. He continues to write timely songs in his old age. No one else like him.

Growmiez Homiez

Does anyone know where I can go in order to Sell my Soul to the devil? I want to write music like bob. I’d sell my soul for the chance to be comfortable(aka have money) I’ve been poor all my life. It would be totally worth it... not to mention all the pussy I would get after sellling my soul... fuck ya! Merika!

Growmiez Homiez

His voice tho.... can’t stand it

Alex the Ros

@Angie Bold The songs a bit shit but?

Angie Bold

@Nile Robinson exactly. God's secret treasure.

Angie Bold

@Alex the Ros that's a great song. Listen to the next one he downloaded. I contain multitudes. Bob dylan is a lost innocent child who you don't know amd have never seen. We will all get to meet him soon. And the earth angel that delivers the story of the vessel and all that live in. He's like casper the friendly ghost. He was stuck in.a haunted house with cruel uncle's as he walked in the day not at night. Trying to find some friends to live with

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Ig-nat-ius

Lyrics:
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 N-gro’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 hoofbeats 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

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