by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Oh you tell me that there's danger to the land you call your own And you watch them build the war machine right beside your home And you tell me that you're ready to go marchin' to the war I know you'

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

I found him by the stage last night He was breathing his last breath A bottle of gin and a cigarette Was all that he had left I can see you make the music 'Cause you carry a guitar But God, help the

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody home? I've only called to say, I'm sorry The drums are in the dawn and all the voices gone And it seems that there are no more songs Once I knew a girl, she was

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Show me a prison, show me a jail Show me a prisoner, man, whose face is growin' pale And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why And there but for fortune, may go you or I Show me an alley, s

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

He walked all over his own growin' land From the New York island to the California sand He saw all the people that needed to be seen Planted all the grass where it needed to be green And now he's bou

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Here's to the State Of Richard Nixon For underneath his borders The devil draws no line If you drag his muddy rivers Nameless bodies you will find And the fat trees of the forest Have hid a thousand

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Wade into the river, through the rippling shallow watter Steal across the thirsty border, bracero Come bring your hungry bodies to the golden fields of plenty From a peso to a penny, bracero Oh, welc

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry street Rich and poor companions of the restless beat Strangers in a foreign land, strike a match with a trembling hand Learn too much to ever understand But n

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth The sand is burning And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight Their courses turning As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest The sea

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Oh, I am just a student, sir And only want to learn But it's hard to read through the risin' smoke From the books that you like to burn So I'd like to make a promise And I'd like to make a vow That w

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

All around this country, trouble in the air And I hear the voices calling me Asking, "Do you know and do you care? Do you know and do you care?" So I'm a-gonna do what I have to do Say what I have to

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Oh, you tell me that your last good dollar is gone And you say that your pockets are bare And you tell me that your clothes are tattered and torn And nobody seems to care Now don't tell me your troub

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street Rolling of the drums and the trampin' of the feet General salutes and mothers wave and weep Here comes the big parade Don't be afraid Price is paid One

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

I don't know but it seems that every single dream's Painted pretty pictures in the air Then it tumbles in despair and it starts to bend Until by the end it's a nightmare But I'm gonna give all that I

by Phil Ochs on album On My Way

In the state of Illinois 'bout nine years ago A cold blooded killer, he went against the law He killed a factory guard when his robbery did fail And they caught him and they threw him into jail He la

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

In Portsmouth town On the eastern shore Where many a fine ship was born The Thresher was built And the Thresher was launched And the crew of the Thresher was sworn She was shaped like a tear She was

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

It was on an Indiana farm, in the middle of the country Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim Dean of Indiana His mother died when he was a boy, his father was a stranger Marcus Winslow took him in, nob

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

In the tube where I was born I could have sworn There was so much to see There was so little to be But I was free World at my command Through the dots I ran Looking for a man Who looked like me And

by Phil Ochs on album Miscellaneous

It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned And the chocolate in the children's eyes will never understand When you're white boots ma

by Phil Ochs on album Classic Protest Songs

Walkin' down to denver town I watched the western sun go down. Thought that I would stop a while, Switch around my tv dial. Got some free tee vee . . . only price was a little boredom. Well, I&#