Phil Ochs Lyrics - Phil Ochs

Here comes phil ochs shovel on his shoulder 

Trailing a hoe along the ho chi minh trail 

But the trail is on bleeker street 

And phil's on his uppers 

It's the mid-nineteen seventies 

And it ain't looking so good 

For this man with a mission 

And a man with a passion 

When you run out of fashion 

And it don't come crawling back 

Here comes phil ochs, 

Got a chip on his shoulder 

And they can't cut his jacket to cover it up 

When one war is over but ten are beginning 

And the movement's gone missing 

Because they all just moved away 

Oh they moved into property, 

They moved off into futures 

Yeah, they moved into ads, and that's as sad as it can get 

Chorus: 

Run, run, run from phil, 

Phil's on a three day drunk 

He's up on his high horse 

Staggering and sauced 

Run, run, run from phil, 

Phil's on a three day drunk 

But he wasn't alone 

When he stumbled off course 

Here comes phil ochs, devil on his shoulder 

Carrying his guitar and the weight of the world 

But if there's space for the millionaire, 

God there must be space for the troubadour 

And while there's a space, there's always a chance out there 

That a melody lingers, and we keep getting singers 

Who've got more on their minds than the latest dow jones share...