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Only A Pawn In Their Game

Bob Dylan
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
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|-0-----|-3--
|-1-----|-0--
|-0-----|-0--
|-2-0-0-|-0--
|-3-2-0-|-2--
|-------|-3--
 Verses 3,4 and 5 are played as the second verse.
':  x04430
   /  /  /  /
 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 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.

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Readable chord sheet for Only A Pawn In Their Game by Bob Dylan

[Common]
  [C]/[b]/[a]   [G]
  .       |
|-0-----|-3--
|-1-----|-0--
|-0-----|-0--
|-2-0-0-|-0--
|-3-2-0-|-2--
|-------|-3--

Verses 3,4 and 5 are played as the second verse.

[Bm]': x04430

  [G]               [C]   /[b] /[a] [G]         [C]      /[b] /[a]  [G]
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.
  [G]                [C]          /[b]  [D/a]
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
/[C] /[b] [G]          [C]   /[b] /[a]  [G]
A     handle hid out in the dark
A [C]hand set the [G]spark
Two [C]eyes took the [G]aim
Be[C]hind a man's [G]brain
But [C]he can't be [G]blamed
     [G] /[b] [C] [D]    [C]  /[b]    [G]
He's only a pawn in their game.

A [G]South poli[Bm]tician [Am]preaches to the [C]poor white [G]man,
         [G]             [C]       /[b]       [D]
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain.
/[C] /[b]  [G]           [C]              /[b]        /[a]    [G]      [C]      [G]
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.
/[C] /[b]        [G]       [C]   [G]           [C]
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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