The Ballad Of John Train Lyrics - Phil Ochs

Phil ochs checked into the chelsea hotel, 

There was blood on his clothes and they were dirty. 

I could see by his face he was not feeling well, 

He'd been to one too many parties. 

He walked in the lobby a picture of doom, 

It was plain to see he'd been a-drinkin' 

I had to follow him up to his room, 

To find out what he was thinking 

"train, train, train" 

From the outlaw in his brain 

But he's still the same refrain 

He walked in his room and he fell on the floor 

Hanging in his hangover 

Now the act from the stage he plays on the street 

Handing out piles of money 

His audience now is the bums that he meets 

Is he a phony or funny?