Here comes Phil Ochs shovel on his shoulder
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Trailing a hoe along the Ho Chi Minh trail
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But the trail is on Bleeker Street
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And Phil's on his uppers
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It's the mid-nineteen seventies
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And it ain't looking so good
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For this man with a mission
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And a man with a passion
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When you run out of fashion
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And it don't come crawling back
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Here comes Phil Ochs,
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Got a chip on his shoulder
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And they can't cut his jacket to cover it up
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When one war is over but ten are beginning
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And the movement's gone missing
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Because they all just moved away
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Oh they moved into property,
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They moved off into futures
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Yeah, they moved into ads, and that's as sad as it can get
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Chorus:
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Run, run, run from Phil,
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Phil's on a three day drunk
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He's up on his high horse
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Staggering and sauced
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Run, run, run from Phil,
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Phil's on a three day drunk
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But he wasn't alone
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when he stumbled off course
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Here comes Phil Ochs, devil on his shoulder
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Carrying his guitar and the weight of the world
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But if there's space for the millionaire,
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god there must be space for the troubadour
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And while there's a space, there's always a chance out there
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That a melody lingers, and we keep getting singers
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Who've got more on their minds than the latest Dow Jones share...
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Chorus
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Phil Ochs
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| Phil Ochs |
