[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:00.535] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.70]A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers' blood.
[00:07.26]A finger fired the trigger to his name.
[00:13.33]A handle hid out in the dark
[00:17.92]A hand set the spark
[00:19.98]Two eyes took the aim
[00:21.89]Behind a man's brain
[00:26.19]But he can't be blamed
[00:29.19]He's only a pawn in their game.
[00:36.21]A south politician preaches to the poor white man,
[00:42.36]\you got more than the blacks, don't complain.
[00:48.22]You're better than them, you been born with white skin,\ they explain.
[00:54.24]And the negro's name
[00:57.29]Is used it is plain
[01:01.29]For the politician's gain
[01:04.35]As he rises to fame
[01:07.50]And the poor white remains
[01:09.70]On the caboose of the train
[01:11.45]But it ain't him to blame
[01:13.96]He's only a pawn in their game.
[01:21.38]The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
[01:29.28]And the marshals and cops get the same,
[01:35.64]But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool.
[01:42.70]He's taught in his school
[01:46.35]From the start by the rule
[01:49.06]That the laws are with him
[01:51.12]To protect his white skin
[01:53.32]To keep up his hate
[01:55.32]So he never thinks straight
[01:57.37]'bout the shape that he's in
[01:59.33]But it ain't him to blame
[02:01.48]He's only a pawn in their game.
[02:10.54]From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
[02:16.85]And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
[02:21.83]And he's taught how to walk in a pack
[02:25.58]Shoot in the back
[02:27.34]With his fist in a clinch
[02:29.54]To hang and to lynch
[02:32.44]To hide 'neath the hood
[02:35.20]To kill with no pain
[02:37.35]Like a dog on a chain
[02:39.51]He ain't got no name
[02:41.55]But it ain't him to blame
[02:43.66]He's only a pawn in their game.
[02:52.38]Today, medgar evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
[02:57.94]They lowered him down as a king.
[03:04.54]But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
[03:09.89]That fired the gun
[03:11.90]He'll see by his grave
[03:13.91]On the stone that remains
[03:17.26]Carved next to his name
[03:19.31]His epitaph plain:
[03:21.71]Only a pawn in their game.