from the album 'Long Pig' by Latin Quarter
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... Chorus
21 Apr 97 trent