I woke up this mornin’
 There were tears in my bed
 They killed a man I really loved
 Shot him through the head
 Lord, Lord
 They cut George Jackson down
 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 [bad word] from no one
 He wouldn’t bow down or kneel
 Authorities, they hated him
 Because he was just too real
 Lord, Lord
 They cut George Jackson down
 Lord, Lord
 They laid him in the ground
 
 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,
 So 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