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In The Heat Of The Summer `Phil Ochs`

In the heat of the summer F a When the pavements were burning Dm c dm The soul of a city was ravaged in the night Gm dm After the city sun was sinkin' Dm gm dm Now no one knows how it started F a Why the

Changes (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

Sit by my side, come as close as the air, Share in a memory of gray Wander in my words, dream about the pictures That I play of changes.

The Bells `Phil Ochs`

Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells What a world of merriment Their melody foretells How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle In the icy air of night All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline

Days Of Decision `Phil Ochs`

Oh, the shadows of doubt are in many a mind, Am dm g Lookin' for an answer they're never gonna find, Em dm g But they'd better decide 'cause they're runnin' out of time, Dm g For these are the days of

Ringing of Revolution `Phil Ochs`

G C G C In a building of gold, with riches untold, G C G - C lived the families on which the country was founded.

What's That I Hear `Phil Ochs`

What's that I hear now ringing in my ear I've heard that sound before What's that I hear now ringing in my ear I hear it more and more It's the sound of freedom calling Ringing up to the sky It's the sound

Lou Marsh `Phil Ochs`

On the streets of New York city when the hour was getting late There were young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate And Lou Marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks

Ballad Of The Carpenter `Phil Ochs`

Jesus was a working manC DmAnd a hero you will hearC Dm AmBorn in the town of BethlehemDm GmAt the turning of the yearA7 DmAt the turning of the yearWhen Jesus was a little ladStreets rang with his nameFor

The Highwayman `Phil Ochs`

The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas And the road was a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor And the highwayman came riding

Ballad Of William Worthy `Phil Ochs`

Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell He'd been there many times before, but now the law does say The only way to Cuba is with

Hills Of West Virginia `Phil Ochs`

From the flat plains of ohio we drifted out one day, D g a For the southern part of the journey G d g d Underneath the bridge, the ohio river sang G a d As we headed for the hills of west virginia And

Here's to the State of Mississippi `Phil Ochs`

G Em C G Whoa here's to the land you've torn out the heart of, G Em D G Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of!

Iron Lady `Phil Ochs`

Have you seen the iron lady's charmsAm F DmLegs of steel, leather on her armsBb GmTaking on a man to dieAm DmA life for a life, an eye for an eyeBb Gm Dm CAnd death's the iron lady in the chairStop the

I Ain't Marching Anymore (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

D G C D Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans G C D At the end of the early British war G C The young land started growing G The young blood started flowing C Am D But I ain't marchin' anymore For

I Ain't Marching Anymore `Phil Ochs`

Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of

Too Many Martyrs `Phil Ochs`

In the state of Mississippi many years ago A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind

Bracero (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

fruit of yellow, break the flower from the berry Purple grapes will fill your belly, bracero Oh, Welcome to California Where the friendly farmer will take care of you And the sun will bite your body,

That Was The President `Phil Ochs`

The bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again As the angry seas have struck upon the sand And it seemed as though a friendless world had lost itself a friend That was the President and that

Too Many Martyrs (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

In the state of Mississippi many years ago Am Em A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law Em G D He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime Am Em And the blood upon his jacket left a

The Highwayman (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding

The Men Behind The Guns `Phil Ochs`

Let's drink a toast to the admiral, And here's to the captain bold, And glory more for the commodore, When the deeds of might are told.

Links On The Chain `Phil Ochs`

Come you ranks of labor, come you union core, C D A And see if you remember the struggles of before, F#m D E When

Bound For Glory `Phil Ochs`

He walked all over his own growin' land From the New York island to the California sand He saw all the people that needed to be seen Planted all the grass where it needed to be green And now he's bound

Celia `Phil Ochs`

When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze That's when I wonder how sad a man can be. Oh, when will Celia come to me?

Cops of the World `Phil Ochs`

Come, get out of the way, boys E A E E7 Quick, get out of the way G C G C You'd better watch what you say, boys G C B7 Better watch what you say E A We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port E

The Thresher `Phil Ochs`

In Portsmouth town On the eastern shore Where many a fine ship was born The Thresher was built And the Thresher was launched And the crew of the Thresher was sworn She was shaped like a tear She was built

One More Parade (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

Hup,two,three,four,marching down the street Rolling of the drums and the trampin' of the feet General salutes and mothers wave and weep Here comes the big parade Don't be afraid Price is paid One more

Talking Birmingham Jam `Phil Ochs`

SPOKEN: Well, I think, whenever there's a deep tragedy, There's also present something of the ridiculous. So I'd like to do you a song now, Called "Talking Birmingham Jam."

When I'm Gone `Phil Ochs`

There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone G Em A And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone D A Bm And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone Em A D So I

Automation Song `Phil Ochs`

Oh, I laid down your railroads, every mile of track With the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back And now the trains are rolling, they roll to every shore You tell me that my job is through, there