"George Jackson" ( 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
Sent him off to prison
For a seventy-dollar robery
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
George Jackson, um dos líderes do Partido Black Panthers, foi assassinado na prisão de San Quentin em Agosto de 1971. Nas semanas que se seguiram os motins proliferaram.
Dylan reagiu e escreveu a canção. Foi publicada a 12 de Novembro desse ano, talvez demasiado tarde para conseguir o impacto que o autor pretendia.
Durante muitos anos, foi um dos raros temas de Dylan que não integrava o alinhamento de um álbum.
( capa da edição portuguesa )
