Bob Dylan nació con el nombre de Robert Allen Zimmerman el 24 de mayo de 1941 en Duluth, Minnesota (Estados Unidos). Está considerado uno de los compositores y músicos más influyentes y prolíficos del siglo XX y ha sido nominado varias veces al Premio Nobel de Literatura. En 2007 fue galardonado con el Premio Príncipe de Asturias de las Artes por ser un "mito viviente" de la historia de la música popular y "faro de una generación que tuvo el sueño de cambiar el mundo".
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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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