Chords for Bob Dylan - Only a Pawn in Their Game (Official Audio)
Tempo:
82.05 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
Bm
C#m
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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A bullet from the back of a bush [A] took Medgar Evers' blood.
[E] his name.
the dark.
behind a man's brain.
He's only [E] a pawn in their game.
The South [C#m] [Bm] politician preaches to the poor [A] white man.
complain.
[A] they explain.
[E] his name.
the dark.
behind a man's brain.
He's only [E] a pawn in their game.
The South [C#m] [Bm] politician preaches to the poor [A] white man.
complain.
[A] they explain.
100% ➙ 82BPM
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_ _ A bullet from the back of a bush [A] took Medgar Evers' blood.
_ A finger fired the trigger to [E] his name.
A [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 [E] a pawn in their game. _
_ _ The South [C#m] [Bm] politician preaches to the poor [A] white man.
_ You got more than the blacks, don't complain.
_ You're better [D] than them, you've been born with white skin, [A] 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 [Bm] pawn in [A] their game. _ _ _ _
_ The deputy [C#m] sheriffs, [Bm] the soldiers, the governors get [A] paid.
_ _ And the marshals [F#m] and cops get the [E] same.
_ But [F#m] the [A] poor white [D] man's used in the [B] hands of them all like [A] a tool.
_ He's taught in his school, from the start by the rule.
That the laws lie with him, to protect his white skin.
To keep up his hate, so he never thinks straight.
About the shape that he's in.
But it ain't him to blame.
He's only [E] a pawn in [A] their game. _ _
_ _ From the [C#m] poverty shacks, he looks from the [A] cracks to the tracks.
_ And the hoof beats pound in [E] his brain.
[A] And he's taught how to walk in a pack.
Shoot in the back with his fist in a clench.
To hang and to lynch.
To hide beneath 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. _
_ _ _ The day Medgar [Bm] Evers was buried from the bullet [A] he caught.
_ _ They're lowering him [E] down as a king.
_ But [A] well the shadowy sun, sets on the one that fired the gun.
You'll see by his grave, on the stone that remains.
Carved next to his name, his epitaph plain.
Only a [E] pawn [Bm] [A] in their game. _ _ _ _
_ A finger fired the trigger to [E] his name.
A [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 [E] a pawn in their game. _
_ _ The South [C#m] [Bm] politician preaches to the poor [A] white man.
_ You got more than the blacks, don't complain.
_ You're better [D] than them, you've been born with white skin, [A] 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 [Bm] pawn in [A] their game. _ _ _ _
_ The deputy [C#m] sheriffs, [Bm] the soldiers, the governors get [A] paid.
_ _ And the marshals [F#m] and cops get the [E] same.
_ But [F#m] the [A] poor white [D] man's used in the [B] hands of them all like [A] a tool.
_ He's taught in his school, from the start by the rule.
That the laws lie with him, to protect his white skin.
To keep up his hate, so he never thinks straight.
About the shape that he's in.
But it ain't him to blame.
He's only [E] a pawn in [A] their game. _ _
_ _ From the [C#m] poverty shacks, he looks from the [A] cracks to the tracks.
_ And the hoof beats pound in [E] his brain.
[A] And he's taught how to walk in a pack.
Shoot in the back with his fist in a clench.
To hang and to lynch.
To hide beneath 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. _
_ _ _ The day Medgar [Bm] Evers was buried from the bullet [A] he caught.
_ _ They're lowering him [E] down as a king.
_ But [A] well the shadowy sun, sets on the one that fired the gun.
You'll see by his grave, on the stone that remains.
Carved next to his name, his epitaph plain.
Only a [E] pawn [Bm] [A] in their game. _ _ _ _