Phil Ochs would have turned 67 today.
Hunger and Cold
By Phil Ochs
I’ve been all around your dirty old city.
Been all around your dirty old town.
Iâ€™ve slept in your alleys; Iâ€™ve slept in your subways.
Hunger and cold, they follow me down.
Hunger and cold, hunger and cold
I wouldn’t mind but Iâ€™m growing so old.
But as low as I am, you know Iâ€™m still a man.
And I wouldn’t mind but Iâ€™m growing so old.
Only last year I was rolling in money.
Only last year the good times would roll.
Only last year my friends were so many,
But only last year was so long ago.
Itâ€™s all so easy to throw me in prison.
Itâ€™s all so easy to just walk on by.
But it’s not so easy to see a man hungry.
Itâ€™s not so easy to look in his eye.
Yes there’s poison in my cheap rotten liquor.
Thereâ€™s poison in every old garbage can.
But the worst kind of poison Is in your own brain
When you look at me and forget I’m a man.