Phil Ochs would have turned 68 today.
Hunger and Cold
By Phil Ochs
I’ve been all around your dirty old city.
Been all around your dirty old town.
I’ve slept in your alleys; I’ve slept in your subways.
Hunger and cold, they follow me down.
Hunger and cold, hunger and cold
I wouldn’t mind but I’m growing so old.
But as low as I am, you know I’m still a man.
And I wouldn’t mind but I’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.
It’s all so easy to throw me in prison.
It’s all so easy to just walk on by.
But it’s not so easy to see a man hungry.
It’s not so easy to look in his eye.
Yes there’s poison in my cheap rotten liquor.
There’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.