Phil Ochs - Phil Ochs Lyrics
Here comes phil ochs shovel on his shoulderTrailing a hoe along the ho chi minh trailBut the trail is on bleeker streetAnd phils on his uppersIts the mid-nineteen seventiesAnd it aint looking so goodFor this man with a missionAnd a man with a passionWhen you run out of fashionAnd it dont come crawling backHere comes phil ochs,Got a chip on his shoulderAnd they cant cut his jacket to cover it upWhen one war is over but ten are beginningAnd the movements gone missingBecause they all just moved awayOh they moved into property,They moved off into futuresYeah, they moved into ads, and thats as sad as it can getChorus:Run, run, run from phil,Phils on a three day drunkHes up on his high horseStaggering and saucedRun, run, run from phil,Phils on a three day drunkBut he wasnt aloneWhen he stumbled off courseHere comes phil ochs, devil on his shoulderCarrying his guitar and the weight of the worldBut if theres space for the millionaire,God there must be space for the troubadourAnd while theres a space, theres always a chance out thereThat a melody lingers, and we keep getting singersWhove got more on their minds than the latest dow jones share...Chorus