Phil Ochs - Phil Lyrics
I opened the paper, there was your pictureGone, gone, gone by your own handI couldnt believe it, the paper was shakinGone, gone, gone by your own handI know Im gonna spend the rest of my lifetime wondering whyYou found yourself so badly hurt you had to dieI opened the paper, there was your pictureGone, gone, gone by your own handThe phone started ringing, had I heard about it?I shook every time I heard it ringWhat was my reaction? I put the phone downThat was the only news that was fit to singThey ask about dylan, about macdougal street and thirdQuestion piled on question and each question more absurdI opened the paper, there was your pictureGone, gone, gone by your own hand**Oh, I remember there but for fortune,There but for fortune you and I would goFortune turned its back on you,Or so it must have seemed to you,Christ alone knows what was the final blowThe last time I saw you, the last time I saw you,Bleeker street outside the other endI told you Id see you, I got distractedI never saw your face againI heard that you were feeling stronger every dayI heard that you were well with good things on their wayThen I opened the paper, there was your pictureGone, gone, gone by your own hand.(repeat from **)