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There But For Fortune (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

G cm g cm Show me a prison, show me a jail, G em am d Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale Em c am And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why Bm g am d And there but for fortune

Bracero (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

Come bring your hungry bodies to the golden fields of plenty C B7 From a peso to a penny, bracero C D G Em Oh, Welcome to California Am D Em Where the friendly farmer will take care of you Come labor for

The Highwayman (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

Iii Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting

Changes (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

Moments of magic will glow in the night All fears of the forest are gone But when the morning breaks theyre swept away by Golden drops of dawn, of changes. Passions will part to a strange melody.

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

Too Many Martyrs (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

Am Em And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind Am D G CHORUS: Too many martyrs and too many dead Am D G (Em optional) Too many lies too many empty words were said Am D G Too many times for

There but for Fortune `Phil Ochs`

G cm g cm Show me a prison, show me a jail, G em am d Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale Em c am And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why Bm g am d And there but for fortune, may

One More Parade (LP Version) `Phil Ochs`

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 parade So young, so strong, so ready 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

Talking Birmingham Jam `Phil Ochs`

Got some Southern hospitality, Down there in a Southern hospital. Well, all the signs there said, "Welcome in, Welcome, if you're White, my friend.

That Was The President `Phil Ochs`

I still can see him smiling there and waving at the crowd As he drove through the music of the band And never even knowing no more time would be allowed Not for the President and not for the man.

Bound For Glory `Phil Ochs`

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 for

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

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

The Highwayman `Phil Ochs`

highwayman came riding, riding, riding Yes, the highwayman came riding Up to the old inn door Over the cobbles he clattered And clashed in the darkened yard And he tapped with his whip at the window But

The Men Behind The Guns `Phil Ochs`

They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck, When the great shells roar and pound, And never they fear when the foe is near To lay their orders down-- But off with your hats and three times three For

Ringing of Revolution `Phil Ochs`

G C G C And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles, G Em D were there, for they also were hounded.

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

Talking Vietnam Blues `Phil Ochs`

They said you're pretty safe when the troops deploy But don't turn your back on your house boy When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong.

Talking Cuban Crisis `Phil Ochs`

It was just a little while ago, I glued my ears to the radio The announcer was sayin' we'd better beware A crisis was hanging, a wave up in the air Crawlin' on the ground, swimmin' in the sea, headin' for

Love Me, I'm a Liberal `Phil Ochs`

Kennedy As though I'd lost a father of mine But Malcolm X got what was coming He got what he asked for this time So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal I go to civil rights rallies And I put down

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

That's What I Want To Hear `Phil Ochs`

Cause I've seen your kind many times beforeAnd I'll see 'em many times again.Oh but every bad thing that's happened to youhas happened to better men.So don't explain that you've lost your waythat you've

Links On The Chain `Phil Ochs`

Then the army of the fascists tried to put you on the run, but the army of the union, they did what could be done, Oh, the power of the factory was greater than the gun, As you built one more link on the

Is There Anybody Here? `Phil Ochs`

D Bm Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform, G B7 G Em A7 Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving in a raging storm. D F

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

The Thresher `Phil Ochs`

And they marveled at her depth And they marveled at her deadly design And they sailed to every land And they sailed to every port Just to see what faults they could find Then they put her on the land For

Misunderstood (LP Version) `Wilco`

Whell you're back in your old neighborhood The cigarettes taste so good But you're so misunderstood You're so misunderstood There's something there that you can't find Honest when you're tellin' a

Too Many Martyrs `Phil Ochs`

a hanging and his color was his crime And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind CHORUS: Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies too many empty words were said Too many times for

In The Heat Of The Summer `Phil Ochs`

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 windows were shattered Dm c dm But