A Toast To Those Who Are Gone Lyrics - Singles - Phil Ochs

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Many's the hour I've lain by my window 

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And thought of the people who carried the burden 

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Who marched in the strange fields in search of an answers 

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And ended their journeys an unwilling hero 

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Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why 

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And a toast of the wine at the end of the line 

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And a toll of the bell for the next one to die 

Back in the coal fields of old harlan county 

Some talked of the union, some talked of good wages 

And they lined them up in the dark of the forests 

And shot them down without asking no questions 

Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why 

And a toast of the wine to the end of the line 

And a toll of the bell for the next one to die 

And over the ocean, to the red spanish soil 

Came the lincoln brigade with their dreams 

But they fell in the fire of germany's bombing 

And they fell 'cause no one would hear their sad warning 

Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why 

And a toast of the wine at the end of the line 

And a toll of the bell for the next one to die 

In old alabama, in old mississippi 

Two states of the union so often found guilty 

They came on the busses, they came on the marches 

And they lay in the jails or they fell by the highway 

Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why 

And a toast of the wine at the end of the line 

And a toll of the bell for the next one to die 

The state it was texas, the town it was dallas 

In the flash of a rifle a life was soon over 

And nobody thought of the past million murders 

And the long list of irony(? ) had found a new champion 

Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why 

And a toast of the wine at the end of the line 

And a toll of the bell for the next one to die 

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