WebbPhil Ochs (1975) Philip David Ochs [oʊks] (* 19. Dezember 1940 in El Paso, Texas, Vereinigte Staaten; † 9. April 1976 in Far Rockaway, New York) war ein US-amerikanischer Sänger, Songwriter und politischer Aktivist. WebbSong information for Here's to the State of Mississippi - Phil Ochs on AllMusic
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"Here's to the State of Mississippi" is a civil rights protest song by Phil Ochs, an American topical singer and songwriter in the 1960s. Ochs is best known for his anti-war and freedom songs. "Here's to the State of Mississippi" was released in 1965 as the last track on his album I Ain't Marching Anymore. The song … Visa mer Phil Ochs released the song "Here's to the State of Richard Nixon" as a single in 1974. Ochs replaces 'Mississippi' with 'Richard Nixon' in the lyrics. Ochs also changed some verses to reflect criticisms about the Nixon administration. Visa mer • "Here's to the State of Mississippi" on YouTube Visa mer • "The Ballad of Medgar Evers" (1964) • "William Moore" (1964) • "The Ballad of Oxford" (mid-1960s) Visa mer • Civil rights movement in popular culture Visa mer Webb30 juni 2024 · Phil Ochs. Here’s to the state of Mississippi, For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines, If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. whoa the … diall textured ceiling paint
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WebbHere's to the state of Mississippi, D C for underneath her borders, the devil draws no lines. D C If you drag her muddy rivers, nameless bodies you will find. D C whoa, the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes, D Bm Em A the calender is lyin' when it reads the present time. D Bm G D WebbOh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of. Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of. And here's to the churches of Mississippi. Where the cross, once made of … Webb23 feb. 2024 · Lyrics for Here's to the State of Mississippi by Phil Ochs. Here′s to the State of Mississippi For underneath her borders, the devil draws no lines If you drag her muddy rivers, nameless bodies you will find. Oh, the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes The calendar is lyin' when it reads the present time Oh, here′s to the ... c# int to int