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"Blowin' in the Wind" "Only A Pawn in Their Game" "Times they are a-Changin"
How many roads must a man walk down,

Before you'll call him a man,

How many seas must the white dove sail,

Before she sleeps in the sand,

Yes'n, how many times must the cannonballs fly,

Before they're forever bannned,

The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind,

The answer is blowin' in the wind."

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.

A finger fired the trigger to his name.

A handle hid out in the dark, A hand set the spark,

Two eyes took the aim Behind a man's brain,

But he can't be blamed He's only a pawn in their game.

Come gather 'round people, Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters, Around you have grown

And accept it that soon, You'll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you, Is worth savin'

Then you better start swimmin', Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics, Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide, The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon, For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who, That it's namin'.

For the loser now , Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'.