Phil Ochs. Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform. Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving on a raging storm.
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans. At the end of the early British war. The young land started growing. The young blood started flowing. But I ain't marchin' anymore.
Here's to the state of Mississippi,. For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines,. If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find..
Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town. I believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' old Castro down. And when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red".
I don't know. But it seems that every single dream's. Painted pretty pictures in the air. And it tumbles in despair. And it starts to bend. Until by the end its a nightmare.
Phil Ochs. Come, get out of the way, boys. Quick, get out of the way. You'd better watch what you say, boys. Better watch what you say. We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port.
Phil Ochs. Wade into the river. Through the rippling shallow watter. Steal accross the thirsty border. Bracero. Come bring your hungry bodies. To the golden fields of plenty.
Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform?. Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving on a raging storm?. Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes.