John Wesley Harding - Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue & Me Lyrics
At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the starsHe listens to them playing guitarsHim and Phil go back a long long wayThey talked about marching and dying all in one dayThey played songs together, they sit up past the dawnI wonder why this dream goes onYou know Bob was there last week as wellHe's a quiet guy but he's got stories to tellOur hero sits and listens without asking whyAnd teaches Bob A minor with a glint in his eyeBob used it on Hollis Brown, but that was sometime agoWhen is this dream gonna stop? Heaven knowsThen our hero picks up his guitarTo play them the only tune he knowsHe played it to me onceHe said 'Wes, it's short, but this is how it goes?'And then he sings'This is the only thing that really mattersKeeps me going, retains my sanityThe nights I spend alone when there's justPhil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue and me'Stevie died and David diedBut only to the papers that live outsideLast Thursday they were in the room where he sitsThe three of them making jokes about the meager obitsSteve and David smiled and they left quite soonHe wonders about that dream as he looks at the stars and the moonSometimes he has a party for him and the crewThey turn up on time just cos they always doAnd Phil plays I Ain't Marching, it's his favorite songAnd Bob plays harmonica but he plays it all wrongAnd Steve harmonizes like he did with John PrineDavid just sits and looks blue all the timeThen the time comes round againThey all sit and listen to our hero playingHe says 'You've heard it all before'But they like it
