Here's to the State of Mississippi Phil Ochs

Here's to the state of Mississippi, G F For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines, G F If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find.

Too Many Martyrs Phil Ochs

In the state of Mississippi many years ago A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind

Too Many Martyrs (LP Version) Phil Ochs

In the state of Mississippi many years ago Am Em A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law Em G D He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime Am Em And the blood upon his jacket left a

Ballad Of William Worthy Phil Ochs

Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell He'd been there many times before, but now the law does say The only way to Cuba is with

Days Of Decision Phil Ochs

Oh, the shadows of doubt are in many a mind, Am dm g Lookin' for an answer they're never gonna find, Em dm g But they'd better decide 'cause they're runnin' out of time, Dm g For these are the days of

Talking Birmingham Jam Phil Ochs

SPOKEN: Well, I think, whenever there's a deep tragedy, There's also present something of the ridiculous. So I'd like to do you a song now, Called "Talking Birmingham Jam."

Love Me, I'm a Liberal Phil Ochs

Kennedy As though I'd lost a father of mine But Malcolm X got what was coming He got what he asked for this time So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal I go to civil rights rallies And I put down

When I'm Gone Phil Ochs

guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone My pen won't pour out a lyric line when I'm gone

One More Parade (LP Version) Phil Ochs

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 more

I'm Going to Say It Now Phil Ochs

Oh I am just a student, sir, and only want to learn Bm C But it's hard to read through the risin' smoke of the books that D you like to burn G Bm C G So I'd like to make a promise and I'd like to make

Power And The Glory Phil Ochs

Come and take a walk with me thru this green and growing land Walk thru the meadows and the mountains and the sand Walk thru the valleys and the rivers and the plains Walk thru the sun and walk thru the

One More Parade Phil Ochs

One More Parade Phil Ochs Written by Phil Ochs and Bob Gibson Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street Rollin' of the drums and the trampin' of the feet General salutes and the mothers wave and

That Was The President Phil Ochs

Here's a memory to share, here's a memory to save Of the sudden early ending of command Yet a part of you and a part of me is buried in his grave That was the President and that was the man.

Talking Cuban Crisis Phil Ochs

It was just a little while ago, I glued my ears to the radio The announcer was sayin' we'd better beware A crisis was hanging, a wave up in the air Crawlin' on the ground, swimmin' in the sea, headin'

The Bells Phil Ochs

Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells What a world of merriment Their melody foretells How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle In the icy air of night All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline

The Men Behind The Guns Phil Ochs

Let's drink a toast to the admiral, And here's to the captain bold, And glory more for the commodore, When the deeds of might are told.

Ballad Of The Carpenter Phil Ochs

Jesus was a working manC DmAnd a hero you will hearC Dm AmBorn in the town of BethlehemDm GmAt the turning of the yearA7 DmAt the turning of the yearWhen Jesus was a little ladStreets rang with his nameFor

Changes (LP Version) Phil Ochs

Sit by my side, come as close as the air, Share in a memory of gray Wander in my words, dream about the pictures That I play of changes.

Bracero (LP Version) Phil Ochs

Wade into the river, through the rippling shallow watter C B7 Steal across the thirsty border, bracero Em D Come bring your hungry bodies to the golden fields of plenty C B7 From a peso to a penny, bracero

Ringing of Revolution Phil Ochs

G C G C In a building of gold, with riches untold, G C G - C lived the families on which the country was founded.

Iron Lady Phil Ochs

Have you seen the iron lady's charmsAm F DmLegs of steel, leather on her armsBb GmTaking on a man to dieAm DmA life for a life, an eye for an eyeBb Gm Dm CAnd death's the iron lady in the chairStop the

In The Heat Of The Summer Phil Ochs

In the heat of the summer F a When the pavements were burning Dm c dm The soul of a city was ravaged in the night Gm dm After the city sun was sinkin' Dm gm dm Now no one knows how it started F a Why the

What's That I Hear Phil Ochs

What's that I hear now ringing in my ear I've heard that sound before What's that I hear now ringing in my ear I hear it more and more It's the sound of freedom calling Ringing up to the sky It's the sound

Lou Marsh Phil Ochs

For one man is no army when the city turns its back Now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park For the city is a jungle when the law is out of

The Highwayman (LP Version) Phil Ochs

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding

I Ain't Marching Anymore (LP Version) Phil Ochs

D G C D Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans G C D At the end of the early British war G C The young land started growing G The young blood started flowing C Am D But I ain't marchin' anymore For

Links On The Chain Phil Ochs

Then the army of the fascists tried to put you on the run, but the army of the union, they did what could be done, Oh, the power of the factory was greater than the gun, As you built one more link on the

The Highwayman Phil Ochs

The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas And the road was a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor And the highwayman came riding

What's That I Hear? Phil Ochs

C G D What's that I hear now ringing in my ear G C G D I've heard that sound before C G D What's that I hear now ringing in my ear G C G D I hear it more and more G D It's the sound of freedom calling

Bound For Glory Phil Ochs

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 bound

I Ain't Marching Anymore Phil Ochs

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 For I've killed my share of

Celia Phil Ochs

When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze That's when I wonder how sad a man can be. Oh, when will Celia come to me?

Automation Song Phil Ochs

Oh, I laid down your railroads, every mile of track With the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back And now the trains are rolling, they roll to every shore You tell me that my job is through, there

Is There Anybody Here? Phil Ochs

D Bm Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform, G B7 G Em A7 Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving in a raging storm. D F

The Thresher Phil Ochs

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 built

There But For Fortune (LP Version) Phil Ochs

alley, show me the train, Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain, And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go i you and i.

There but for Fortune Phil Ochs

alley, show me the train, Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain, And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go i you and i.

Cops of the World Phil Ochs

Come, get out of the way, boys E A E E7 Quick, get out of the way G C G C You'd better watch what you say, boys G C B7 Better watch what you say E A We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port E

Talking Vietnam Blues Phil Ochs

Sailing over to Vietnam, Southeast Asian Birmingham. Well training is the word we use, Nice word to have in case we lose.

Hills Of West Virginia Phil Ochs

From the flat plains of ohio we drifted out one day, D g a For the southern part of the journey G d g d Underneath the bridge, the ohio river sang G a d As we headed for the hills of west virginia And

That's What I Want To Hear Phil Ochs

tell me your troubles,A D Gno I don't have the time to spare.B7 Em E7But if you want to get together and fightA D Ggood buddy that's what I want to hear.And you tell me that your job was taken awayby

Draft Dodger Rag Phil Ochs

Draft Dodger Rag Phil Ochs Written by Phil Ochs 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

Thin Wild Mercury Todd Snider

Poor Phil Ochs, sad and low Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go Watching those tail lights leave him behind Thrown for the limousine for speaking his mind Like a red-eyed photo into a garbage can

Mississippi Delta Bobbie Gentry

M I double S I double S I double P I M I double S I double S I double P I Right in the middle of the cotton belt Down in the Mississippi Delta Wearin' last years possum belt Smack dab in the Mississippi

Mississippi Bob Dylan

Every step of the way, we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape City's just a jungle, more games to

Mississippi Sheryl Crow

Every step of the way We walk the line Your days are numbered So are mine Time is piling up We struggle and we scrape All boxed in Nowhere to escape The city's just a jungle More games to

Mississippi Afroman

to Mississippi. (I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I'm fittin' to go back and kick it with my family, cuz.) Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this weed) to Mississippi.

Mississippi Slide Rae Sremmurd

Uh-uh (Zaytoven) Slide, slide Sremm 4 (Yeah) Slide, slide (Yeah) Slide, slide (Yo) [Chorus: Swae Lee] M-I-S-S (S), I-S-S (Yeah) I-P-P-I (I), drank off in the ride (Ride) Mississippi slide, they might spin

Against All Odds Phil Collins

How can I just let you walk away Just let you leave without a trace When I stand here Taking every breath with you You\'re the only one Who really knew me at all How can you just walk

Mississippi Isabel King Charles

I found out about her Her name`s Mississippi Isabel She grows wild strawberries She`s made of ivoir and pearl To look at the universe She`d abandoned the world I go with her back to the darkness