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Phil Ochs

Genres: Folk

That's What I Want To Hear Lyrics - Phil Ochs

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 troubles 

No I don't have the time to spare 

But if you want to get together and fight 

Good buddy that's what I want to hear 

 

And you tell me that your job was taken away 

By a big ol' greasy machine 

And you tell me that you don't collect no more pay 

And your belly is growing lean 

 

Now if I had the jobs to give 

You know I'd give them all a way 

But don't waste your breath calling out my name 

If you don't have nothing to say 

 

And you tell me that you don't have nothing to do 

And you keep on wasting your time 

And you say when you want to get your family some food 

You gotta stand in a relief line 

 

Now it's a sin and a bloody shame 

'Bout the way they're pushing you 'round 

But when you decide not to take no more 

You know I'll put my money down 

 

'Cause I've seen your kind many times before 

And I'll see 'em many times again 

Oh, but every bad thing that's happened to you 

Has happened to better men 

 

So don't explain that you've lost your way 

That you've got no place to go 

You've got a hand and a voice and you're not alone 

Brother that's all you need to know 

 

And if you're still wondering what I'm trying to say 

Let me tell you what it's all about 

Now nobody listens to a single man 

When he's walkin' 'round down and out 

 

So if you're looking for an answer 

He's standing there by your side 

And you'll never really know how far you'll go 

'Til you join together and try 

 

So 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 troubles 

No I don't have the time to spare 

But if you want to get together and fight 

Good buddy that's what I want to hear 

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