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Encores - Phil Ochs

"Centuries took holidays Before these days Became desperately clear That chariots full of christmas cheer Could never draw the child near But this year One of the last remaining years Santa claus is a sniper On"

Fallen Star - Phil Ochs

"I was taking my pleasure in a bar I called home When an old friend appeared at the door He was filled with bad whiskey, so he didn't see me As he stumbled the sawdust filled floor He was famous for filling"

Fifty Mile Hike - Phil Ochs

"Some people never get their feet on the ground, They're either sitting in a chair or they're laying down Their bellies are hanging down on their knees, It's almost a national emergency. Fifty miles, keep"

Firehouse 35 - Phil Ochs

"I've often wondered why, as a fireman races by, How often have I said, "why are fire engines red? " Just ask the boys in firehouse 35 (chorus) Singin' firehouse thirty five, firehouse thirty"

Santo Domingo - Phil Ochs

"Pre>capo 2nd fret Intro:em Em And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, D dsus d The sand is burning C d c d And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, Em Their courses"

First Snow - Phil Ochs

"First snow on the autumn ground Covers grass where she once lay down Blanket of white, grass out of sight, Where did she go, tell me first snow. First snow cover my mistakes Cover the past with your flakes Perfect"

Green Hills - Phil Ochs

"Wandering through this rolling land Wandering all around From the deserts dry, to mountains high And everywhere here's what I found I've found green hills rolling to the valleys Rolling to the grassy"

Hands - Phil Ochs

"Pre>g bm c d I've seen the hands of laborers that lifted all the loads G bm c d And the granite stuck to their fingers as they dug the canals and the roads Em bm Now they're cleared"

How High's The Watergate - Phil Ochs

"How high is the watergate, mama, she said it's one foot high and risin' How high is the watergate, pama, he said it's two feet high and risin' There's a flood around the poker game (there's a bug on the"

Confession - Phil Ochs

"Bm A There's nothing as cold as the freeze in your soul G A Bm at the moment when you are arrested. Bm A There's nothing as real as the"

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