Phil Ochs - Lou Marsh Lyrics
Pre>Am c em gOn the streets of new york city when the hour was getting late(same chords)Young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hateAm c d gAnd lou marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks(same chords)For one man is no army when the city turns its backAm c g dNow the streets are empty, now the streets are darkEm g am aSo keep an eye on shadows and never pass the parkFor the city is a jungle when the law is out of sightDeath lurks in el barrio with the orphans of the nightHe left behind a chamber of a church he served so longFor he learned the prayers of distant men will never right the wrongsHis church became an alley and his pulpit was the streetHe made his congregation from the boys he used to meetThere were two gangs approaching in spanish harlem townThe smell of blood was in the air, the challenge was laid downHe felt their blinding hatred, and he tried to save their livesAnd the answer that they gave him was their fists and feet and knivesWill lou marsh lie forgotten in his cold and silent grave?Will his memory still linger on, in those he tried to save?All of us who knew him will now and then recallAnd shed a tear on poverty, tombstone of us all /pre>