At night he sits alone
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And he's looking at the stars
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He listens to them playing guitars
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He let phil go back a long, long way
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they talked about marching and dying all in one day
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They play songs together, they sit up past the dawn
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I wonder why this dream goes on.
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Bob was there last week as well
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He's a quiet guy but he's got stories to tell
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Our hero sits and listens without asking why
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Teaches Bob A minor with a glint in his eye
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Bob used it on Hollis Brown but that was some time ago
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When is this dream gonna stop? Heaven knows.
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Then our hero picks up his guitar
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To play for me the only tune he knows
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He played it to me once
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He says "where's the (?), but this is how it goes
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Then he sings
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This is the only thing that really matters
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Keeps me going, retains my sanity
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The nights I spend alone when there's just
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Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue and Me
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Stevie died and then David died
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But only to the papers that live outside
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Last Thursday they were in the room where he sits
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The three of them making jokes about the meager obits
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Steve and David smile and they left quite soon
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He wonders about that dream as he looks at the stars and the moon
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Sometimes he has a party for him and the crew
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They turn up on time 'cause they always do
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Phil plays "I Ain't Marching"
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Bob plays harmonica but plays it all wrong
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And Steve harmonizes like he did with John Prine
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And David just sits and looks blue all the time
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Then the time comes around again
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They all sit and listen to our hero play
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He says, "Ah, you've heard it all before"
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They like it so they shout "encore"
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Then he sings
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This is the only thing that really matters
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keeps me going, retains my sanity
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The nights I spend alone when there's just
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Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue and Me
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And me.
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Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue and Me
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Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue and Me
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| Phil Ochs |
