I found him by the stage last night, he was breathing his last breath.. A bottle of gin and a cigarette was all what he had left.. Well, I know that you make music 'cause you carry a guitar,.
Found him by the stage last night. He was breathing his last breath. A bottle of gin and a cigarette. Was all that he had left. I can see you making music.
And the night comes again to the circle studded sky. The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie. 'Til the Universe explodes as a falling star is raised.
I don't know but it seems that every single dream's. Painted pretty pictures in the air. Then it tumbles in despair and it starts to bend. Until by the end it's a nightmare.
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.
Pre>(capo I). . Am dm. Just across the railroad tracks. Am g. On the far side of the town. Am dm. All the people there are black. Am g. And they live in colored town.
Pre>g. I'm just a city boy. C. Born and bred. Am d. It's a city life I've led. G em. My pasture was a street. C cm. I've never climbed a tree. G d. But that's all right with me.
I found him by the stage last night. He was breathing his last breath. A bottle of gin and a cigarette. Was all that he had left. . I can see you make the music.
Sit by my side, come as close as the air. And share in a memory of gray. And wander in my words. Dream about the pictures that I play of changes. . Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall.
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.