Cifras para Guitarra George Jackson

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I woke up this morning,
                      
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There were tears in my bed.
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They killed a man I really loved,
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Am
 
Shot him through the head.
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C
                                            
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Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down.
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Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground.
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Sent him off to prison,
                      
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For a seventy dollar robbery.
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Closed the door behind him,
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And they threw away the key.
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Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down.
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D
      
C
                                      
G
 
Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground
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D
 
He   wouldn't take shit from no one,
                      
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He wouldn't bow down or kneel.
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The authorities they hated him,
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Because he was just too real.
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Lord Lord so they cut George Jackson down.
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C
                                      
G
 
Lord Lord they laid him in the ground.
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D
 
The prison guards they cursed him,
                      
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As they watched him from above.
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But they were frightened of his power,
  
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They were scared of his love.
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Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down.
G
        
D
      
C
                                      
G
 
Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground.
G
                          
D
 
Sometimes I think this whole world,
                      
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Is one big prison yard.
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Some of us are prisoners,
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The rest of us are guards.
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D
      
C
                                            
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Lord Lord they cut George Jackson down.
G
        
D
      
C
                                      
G
 
Lord Lord they laid him in the ground.