Here comes phil ochs shovel on his shoulder   Trailing a hoe along the ho chi minh trail   But the trail is on bleeker street   And phil's on his uppers   It's the mid-nineteen seventies   And it ain't looking so good   For this man with a mission   And a man with a passion   When you run out of fashion   And it don't come crawling back      Here comes phil ochs,   Got a chip on his shoulder   And they can't cut his jacket to cover it up   When one war is over but ten are beginning   And the movement's gone missing   Because they all just moved away   Oh they moved into property,   They moved off into futures   Yeah, they moved into ads, and that's as sad as it can get      Chorus:   Run, run, run from phil,   Phil's on a three day drunk   He's up on his high horse   Staggering and sauced   Run, run, run from phil,   Phil's on a three day drunk   But he wasn't alone   When he stumbled off course      Here comes phil ochs, devil on his shoulder   Carrying his guitar and the weight of the world   But if there's space for the millionaire,   God there must be space for the troubadour   And while there's a space, there's always a chance out there   That a melody lingers, and we keep getting singers   Who've got more on their minds than the latest dow jones share...      Chorus