Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota, United States) is an American musician, poet and artist whose position in popular culture is unique.
Dylan started his musical odyssey in 1959 when he began playing in Dinkytown, Minneapolis while attending the University of Minnesota. Shortly after starting to play he changed his stage name to Bob Dylan, after being influenced by the poetry of Dylan Thomas before legally changing his name in 1962.
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George Jackson By Bob Dyaln
GD I woke up this morning,
CAm There were tears in my bed.
GD They killed a man I really loved,
CAm Shot him through the head.
GDCAm Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down.
GDCG Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground.
Sent him off to prison, For a seventy dollar robbery. Closed the door behind him, And they threw away the key. Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground
He wouldn't take shit from noone, He wouldn't bow down or kneel. The authorities they hated him, Beacuse he was just too real. Lord Lord so they cut George Jackson down. Lord Lord they laid him in the ground.
The prison guards they cursed him, As they watched him from above. But they were frightened of his power, They were scared of his love. Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground.
Sometimes I think this whole world, Is one big prison yard. Some of us are prisoners, The rest of us are guards. Lord Lord they cut George Jackson down. Lord Lord they laid him in the ground.
Be seeing you, Kelwyn. _________
He said that's alright babe, I love you too. But we were Tangled Up In Blue. - Bob Dylan