You were a fan of the rebels A Marlon Brando and James Deen kinda man But it was Seeger and it was Guthrie That taught you how to take a stand You up and moved from ohio New York was the only place You moved in with Bobby Dylan Writing songs at an incredible pace Now youre getting the hang of it Singing songs for who needed a voice Speaking out where it was needed For anyone without a choice A song for the draft dodgers Vietnam was taking names So you built the tallest soap box A fought to make to a change You let dylan get in your head Called you a coward for not searching witihin All you wanted was to be famous To be the hero that saved us But when the kennedys died and we got Nixon California was calling and your depression set in It was time to get away, but you got attached while you traveled abroad You lost the voice this world needed, or at least thats what you thought You started calling yourself John bustler Train, said phil ochs had died, you'd gone insane All you wanted was to be famous The hero hung himself and no one saved us.