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One More Parade
Phil Ochs
Written by Phil Ochs and Bob Gibson


Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street
Rollin' of the drums
or rats or poverty can quell my love for you
Or for this dump we're standing in 'cause this is my home too

Chicago, Chicago, well there's assholes
passion where you find it
Honey when you were young and fresh
And you need the touch of flesh
Go take the treasure where you find it

But she was hot,
just like a fool
Went back to his car with nothing he could do
All the cars in the parking lot low profiling
And everywhere you look you see somebody
train west to Chicago,
to stroll through the greenery, in the park, past the statues.
How their eyes seemed to follow you like a hated addiction.
Their
the pit,
Done in by the weight of those terrible tits.

Oh, my god! there she blows!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva
long black hair.

And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were
her dance so to speak

She can hoist a really good kick
In the butt when she's excited
She doesn't do it so much anymore
'Cause we're all on to her
If you never hit a cow at 3 a.m.
In a borrowed Oldsmobile
Played cards all night in the county jail
With the one arm man name Phil

If you never
just like a fool
Went back to his car with nothing he could do
All the cars in the parking lot low profiling
And everywhere you look you see somebody
honey, where were you?
If you were in my shoes
You would be excused
She was hot, you can never wait
She was hot, never hesitate
She was hot, on a cold
you might see straight to her soul
Don't say yes to that good, cause you'll never know
'Cause we lost in the city where sin is no biggy

I'm here with
snow
She was hot, she had no place to go
She was hot, on a cold and rainy night

And she was hot, and I had the blues
She was hot, honey, where were you
to share it with you."


Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,

had nothing to get very worked up about.

His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
hear me UO?
Yeah? We're jammin' on.
Kansas City (let's get insane)
Chicago (let's get insane)
And all the kids in L.A.
New York City
Albuquerque
And she was hot, and I had the blues 
She was hot, honey, where were you? 
If you were in my shoes 
You would be excused 

She was hot, you could never
would like to go riding on the train

Tell me the story again about the time you went away
You went to Chicago, no one knew where you were
Why did you
you know exactly what I mean
Bring the pistols, bring the uzi and the old are-15
We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it
It's nice
to Chicago and meet people just like you
There'll be a new Chicago in a year or two
In a couple of years we'll be packing our bags for Boise
But Jersey
and Miles, they were all playin'
They brought it to the people of the foreign lands
Back across the oceans and the desert sands
Where it echoes in
To bring those kids home from this war

We were born in the USA

Well where you are from nobody cares
Unless you are from over there
Still you
hearts were home, and we were open all night long

Maybe I'll go out Chicago
Ain't that where the blues belong?
I heard you came by, shook up by
There used to be a main street cross the country
And that good ol' road would take you all the way
From clark and ogden street up in chicago

I
Things were getting hot 
Only I know where we stashed the loot 
The mob wants to know the spot. 

They got the muscle in from Cleveland
our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and listen. 
I'm not saying we could save you. 
But we could put you in a place where you could