Lyrics:
I'm a folksinger
Breathing in the smoke of the New York City winters
I come from a northern town, but I say I'm from the south
Singing cowboy songs
I am a folksinger and I travel country roads
I sing my sad songs and I carry my heavy load
I start when sun comes up and travel all along
Now stay
I play my guitar and nobody hears I hope that a song will soon appear
Nobody hears me play Nobody cares
That's what every folksinger like me will
Was I a folksinger
Singing in the shower
Singing so softly to the walls and the flowers
Was I a folksinger
If I am a ghost
Never broken hearted by
a dustbowl folky
That's Phil Ochs not Phil Oakey
And then I learned the Folksinger's Prayer and it goes like this:
Our Father
Who art on Folkways
Ramblin'
love to some folksinger's sister
Heard he mighta just changed careers
Me, I'm hopeless eating almond butter
Better off in my hotel year
You can't swelter
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed
it for him to start singin'
So you couldn't understand what he was sayin'
And who led them blind folksingers around? Well, you can take it from me.
and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
I slap the turkey neck and it's hanging' from a pigeon wing
nose job
The daytime crap with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade
fruit pie deranged
Men and more
One-armed folksinger chewing on the floor
Ragtime whiskeyman, bottle of snuff
Box of junk and a crocket of stuff
Chillin'
folksinger lays it down
Not for long, no longer ignored
Spinning tales of temptation
Gambling days lost and won
No crimes committed here
Too much habit
knows
How it feels to be alone
At night when I'm coming home
To these dreams that you've marred
With your memories and scars
On the folksingers heart
the soul
So he did what he was told
It didn't take long
It was innocent
Not bold
It was loving
Not cold
He called it a song
The folksinger is leaving today
And the larks they sang melodious at the closing of the day
In a quiet country pub as I plied her with gin
The back door burst open and some folksingers come in
Gave you my love gonna linger
Gave you my love gonna linger
Lemme sing to ya
Like a folksinger
Like a bullet to ya
Like a gun slinger
Lemme call you
got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung
out river bridge
A young folksinger
Was only rolling by
All those yellow fields
That in some other time
Might have been passed over
I'm moving slow
a Satanist worshiper, oh, that's evil
You think you're poet, a folksinger, your a poser
A volleyball player? you've got to be kidding us all
[Chorus]
So
crap with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
You can't get it right if
with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
Gotta get right if you can't
a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap with the folksinger slob
He hung himself
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