Chords for Bob Dylan - Only A Pawn In Their Game (March On Washington 1963) [BEST QUALITY]
Tempo:
99.05 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
Bm
B
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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With your applause, he needs no further introduction.
Mr.
Bob [N] Dillon.
[A] He pulled from the back of a bush, looking at your ever-flood.
His finger finally triggered [E] his name.
[B]
And looking out in the dark, his hand touched his heart.
Two eyes took [A] the heat behind him and drank blood.
He told [E] me I [A] pawned him thirteen.
These South [Bm] politicians preaching to the poor [A] white man.
You got more [Bm] than the blacks don't [E] complain.
[B] You'll [D] [A] get born with [Bm] white skin they [A] claim.
[D] And the [B] Negroes name is used to explain.
For the politicians as he rises to claim.
And the poor whites remain, unaccompanied.
But it ain't [A] him to blame.
He's only [E] a pawn [B] in [A] their game.
The [E] deputy [B] sheriffs, the [Bm] soldiers, the governors [A] get beat.
And the marshals, [D] cops get [E] the same.
But [A] the poor white [Bm] man's used and the hands of them all [A] I keep.
[Bm] He's got a [A] gift from dark magic rules [Bm] and the laws [A] I would give.
To protect his white skin, to keep up his feet.
So he never thinks straight about the sheep.
So it ain't him to blame.
He's only a [E] pawn in their game.
From the [Bm] poverty shacks he looks from the cracks [A] to the tracks.
And the hoof [D] beats pound in [E] his brain.
[A] And he's taught how to walk in a pack.
Shoot in the back with his fist and eggplants.
To hang and to beat, to fight means he's good.
To kill is no shame, like a dog on his chain.
He ain't a god don't mean, but it ain't him to blame.
He's only [E] a [B] pawn in their [A] game.
The damage he [Bm] reversed was buried from the bullets [A] that he caught.
They're lowering [Bm] him [E] down as a king.
[A] But when the shadowy [D] sun sets [Bm] on the one [A] that fired the gun.
He'll leave his body on the stone after me.
[D] Cops [A] and thieves, they never tap a clean.
Only [E] a pawn [A] in their game.
[B]
Mr.
Bob [N] Dillon.
[A] He pulled from the back of a bush, looking at your ever-flood.
His finger finally triggered [E] his name.
[B]
And looking out in the dark, his hand touched his heart.
Two eyes took [A] the heat behind him and drank blood.
He told [E] me I [A] pawned him thirteen.
These South [Bm] politicians preaching to the poor [A] white man.
You got more [Bm] than the blacks don't [E] complain.
[B] You'll [D] [A] get born with [Bm] white skin they [A] claim.
[D] And the [B] Negroes name is used to explain.
For the politicians as he rises to claim.
And the poor whites remain, unaccompanied.
But it ain't [A] him to blame.
He's only [E] a pawn [B] in [A] their game.
The [E] deputy [B] sheriffs, the [Bm] soldiers, the governors [A] get beat.
And the marshals, [D] cops get [E] the same.
But [A] the poor white [Bm] man's used and the hands of them all [A] I keep.
[Bm] He's got a [A] gift from dark magic rules [Bm] and the laws [A] I would give.
To protect his white skin, to keep up his feet.
So he never thinks straight about the sheep.
So it ain't him to blame.
He's only a [E] pawn in their game.
From the [Bm] poverty shacks he looks from the cracks [A] to the tracks.
And the hoof [D] beats pound in [E] his brain.
[A] And he's taught how to walk in a pack.
Shoot in the back with his fist and eggplants.
To hang and to beat, to fight means he's good.
To kill is no shame, like a dog on his chain.
He ain't a god don't mean, but it ain't him to blame.
He's only [E] a [B] pawn in their [A] game.
The damage he [Bm] reversed was buried from the bullets [A] that he caught.
They're lowering [Bm] him [E] down as a king.
[A] But when the shadowy [D] sun sets [Bm] on the one [A] that fired the gun.
He'll leave his body on the stone after me.
[D] Cops [A] and thieves, they never tap a clean.
Only [E] a pawn [A] in their game.
[B]
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Bm
With your applause, he needs no further introduction.
Mr.
Bob [N] Dillon. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ He pulled from the back of a bush, looking at your ever-flood.
His finger finally triggered [E] his name.
[B] _
And looking out in the dark, his hand touched his heart.
Two eyes took [A] the heat _ _ behind him and drank _ blood. _ _
He told [E] me I _ [A] pawned him _ _ thirteen.
_ These South [Bm] politicians preaching to the poor [A] white man.
You got more [Bm] than the blacks don't [E] complain.
_ [B] _ You'll [D] _ [A] get born with [Bm] white skin they [A] claim. _
[D] And the [B] Negroes name is used to explain.
For the politicians _ as he rises to claim.
And the poor whites remain, unaccompanied. _
But it ain't [A] him to blame.
He's only [E] a pawn [B] in [A] their game. _ _ _
_ The [E] deputy [B] sheriffs, the [Bm] soldiers, the governors [A] get beat.
And the marshals, [D] cops get [E] the same.
But [A] the poor white [Bm] man's used and the hands of them all [A] I keep.
_ [Bm] He's got a [A] gift from dark magic rules [Bm] and the laws [A] I would give.
To protect his white skin, to keep up his feet.
So he never thinks straight about the sheep.
_ So it ain't him to blame.
He's only a [E] _ pawn in their game.
_ _ From the [Bm] poverty shacks he looks from the cracks [A] to the tracks.
And the hoof [D] beats pound in [E] his brain.
[A] And he's taught how to walk in a pack.
Shoot in the back with his fist and eggplants.
To hang and to beat, to fight means he's good.
To kill is no shame, like a dog on his chain.
He ain't a god don't mean, but it ain't him to blame.
He's only [E] a [B] pawn in their [A] game.
_ _ The damage he [Bm] reversed was buried from the bullets [A] that he caught.
They're lowering [Bm] him [E] down as a king.
[A] But when the shadowy [D] sun sets [Bm] on the one [A] that fired the gun.
He'll leave his body on the stone after me.
[D] Cops [A] and thieves, they never tap a clean.
Only [E] a pawn _ [A] in their game.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Mr.
Bob [N] Dillon. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ He pulled from the back of a bush, looking at your ever-flood.
His finger finally triggered [E] his name.
[B] _
And looking out in the dark, his hand touched his heart.
Two eyes took [A] the heat _ _ behind him and drank _ blood. _ _
He told [E] me I _ [A] pawned him _ _ thirteen.
_ These South [Bm] politicians preaching to the poor [A] white man.
You got more [Bm] than the blacks don't [E] complain.
_ [B] _ You'll [D] _ [A] get born with [Bm] white skin they [A] claim. _
[D] And the [B] Negroes name is used to explain.
For the politicians _ as he rises to claim.
And the poor whites remain, unaccompanied. _
But it ain't [A] him to blame.
He's only [E] a pawn [B] in [A] their game. _ _ _
_ The [E] deputy [B] sheriffs, the [Bm] soldiers, the governors [A] get beat.
And the marshals, [D] cops get [E] the same.
But [A] the poor white [Bm] man's used and the hands of them all [A] I keep.
_ [Bm] He's got a [A] gift from dark magic rules [Bm] and the laws [A] I would give.
To protect his white skin, to keep up his feet.
So he never thinks straight about the sheep.
_ So it ain't him to blame.
He's only a [E] _ pawn in their game.
_ _ From the [Bm] poverty shacks he looks from the cracks [A] to the tracks.
And the hoof [D] beats pound in [E] his brain.
[A] And he's taught how to walk in a pack.
Shoot in the back with his fist and eggplants.
To hang and to beat, to fight means he's good.
To kill is no shame, like a dog on his chain.
He ain't a god don't mean, but it ain't him to blame.
He's only [E] a [B] pawn in their [A] game.
_ _ The damage he [Bm] reversed was buried from the bullets [A] that he caught.
They're lowering [Bm] him [E] down as a king.
[A] But when the shadowy [D] sun sets [Bm] on the one [A] that fired the gun.
He'll leave his body on the stone after me.
[D] Cops [A] and thieves, they never tap a clean.
Only [E] a pawn _ [A] in their game.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _