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 mans brain
But he cant be blamed
Hes only a pawn in their game.
A south politician preaches to the poor white man,
You got more than the blacks, dont complain.
Youre better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain.
And the negros name
Is used it is plain
For the politicians gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains On the caboose of the train
But it aint him to blame
Hes 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 mans used in the hands of them all like a tool.
Hes 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 hes in But it aint him to blame Hes 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 hes 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 aint got no name But it aint him to blame Hes 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 Hell see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.
[00:03.210]A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers blood. [00:10.560]A finger fired the trigger to his name. [00:13.930] [00:15.360]A handle hid out in the dark [00:19.700]A hand set the spark [00:21.890]Two eyes took the aim [00:23.570] [00:25.190]Behind a mans brain [00:26.880] [00:28.560]But he cant be blamed [00:29.870] [00:31.610]Hes only a pawn in their game. [00:35.640] [00:39.680]A south politician preaches to the poor white man, [00:44.230] [00:46.480]You got more than the blacks, dont complain. [00:49.600] [00:50.600]Youre better than them, [00:53.400]you been born with white skin, they explain. [00:56.270] [00:57.840]And the negros name [00:59.710] [01:01.330]Is used it is plain [01:03.080] [01:04.580]For the politicians gain [01:06.320] [01:07.700]As he rises to fame [01:09.560] [01:10.070]And the poor white remains [01:12.190]On the caboose of the train [01:14.000] [01:14.560]But it aint him to blame [01:16.120] [01:16.740]Hes only a pawn in their game. [01:20.690] [01:26.380]The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid, [01:30.750] [01:33.060]And the marshals and cops get the same, [01:36.640] [01:38.440]But the poor white mans used [01:42.120]in the hands of them all like a tool. [01:44.630] [01:46.310]Hes taught in his school [01:48.060] [01:49.180]From the start by the rule [01:51.100] [01:51.720]That the laws are with him [01:53.400] [01:53.970]To protect his white skin [01:56.150]To keep up his hate [01:58.080]So he never thinks straight [02:00.140]bout the shape that hes in [02:02.390]But it aint him to blame [02:04.330]Hes only a pawn in their game. [02:09.040] [02:13.160]From the poverty shacks, [02:15.470]he looks from the cracks to the tracks, [02:18.210] [02:20.330]And the hoof beats pound in his brain. [02:23.810] [02:24.370]And hes taught how to walk in a pack [02:28.440]Shoot in the back [02:30.000]With his fist in a clinch [02:31.560] [02:33.060]To hang and to lynch [02:34.620] [02:35.930]To hide neath the hood [02:37.360] [02:38.050]To kill with no pain [02:40.170]Like a dog on a chain [02:42.230]He aint got no name [02:44.350]But it aint him to blame [02:46.410]Hes only a pawn in their game. [02:51.500] [02:55.060]Today, medgar evers was buried [02:57.610]from the bullet he caught. [02:59.480] [03:01.910]They lowered him down as a king. [03:05.470] [03:07.530]But when the shadowy sun sets on the one [03:12.410]That fired the gun [03:14.410]Hell see by his grave [03:16.160] [03:17.340]On the stone that remains [03:19.210] [03:19.780]Carved next to his name [03:21.840]His epitaph plain: [03:23.700] [03:24.390]Only a pawn in their game. [03:29.760]
