Phil Ochs - The Ballad Of John Train Lyrics

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Phil ochs checked into the chelsea hotel,

There was blood on his clothes and they were dirty.

I could see by his face he was not feeling well,

Hed been to one too many parties.

He walked in the lobby a picture of doom,

It was plain to see hed been a-drinkin

I had to follow him up to his room,

To find out what he was thinking

Train, train, train

From the outlaw in his brain

But hes still the same refrain

He walked in his room and he fell on the floor

Hanging in his hangover

Now the act from the stage he plays on the street

Handing out piles of money

His audience now is the bums that he meets

Is he a phony or funny?

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