E D
Do you have a problem,
E D
Would you like someone to solve them,
E D B7
Would you like someone to share in your misery?
E A G A G
Now, I don't know t

ringing_of_revolution

In a building of gold, with riches untold,
Lived the families on which the country was founded.
And the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles,
Were there, for they a

i_ain’t_marching_anymore


as_i_walk_alone

As i walk alone
Through each troubled day
I hope the lord above will help guide my way
Guide my way
As i walk alone

Through the valleys i will roam
Sear

all_my_heroes_are_dead

Artist: Phil Ochs
Album: Unknown
Title: All My Heroes Are Dead


Copyright 1992 burning field music (ascap)

You gotta admit life magazine made 1968

cannons_of_christianity

Christian cannons have fired at my days
With the warning beneath the holy blaze
And bow to our authority
Say the cannons of Christianity
Oh the children will be sent to sc

power_and_glory

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_scorpion_departs_but_never_returns

pre>capo iv
Finger pick the verses, strum chorus

Am
Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree
G
Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea?

that_is_what_i_want_to_hear

pre>
G b7 em e7
So you tell me that your last good dollar is gone
A d g
And you say that your pockets are bare.
G b7 em e7
And you tell me that your clothes ar

the_iron_lady

pre>
Am f dm
Have you seen the iron lady's charms
Am f dm
Legs of steel, leather on her arms
Bb gm
Taking on a man to die
Am dm
A life for a life,

there_but_for_fortune

pre>intro: g cm g cm g cm

G cm g cm
Show me a prison, show me a jail,

G em am d
Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale

Em c am
And i'

changes

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
Green leaves of summer turn red in t

the_doll_house

pre>d g d
Lost in the valley of vaults/dolls/oz(?)
G d g d
Fell from the path, it was nobody's fault
Bm a
That i was alone.
D g d
Time dripped from the t

the_ballad_of_john_train

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.

i’m_going_to_say_it_now