Lou marsh
Phil ochs
On the streets of New York city when the hour was getting late
(same chords)
Young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate
And Lou Marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks
(same chords)
For one man is no army when the city turns its back
(same chords)
Young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate
And Lou Marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks
(same chords)
For one man is no army when the city turns its back
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