Dm [Verse 1]Dm I'll tell you the story of John Henry Faulk.C A I'll tell you of his trials and the troubled trail he walked,Dm And I'll tell of the tyrants, the ones you never see:C A Dm Murder is the role they play and hatred is their fee. [Verse 2]Dm On the TV and the radio John Henry Faulk was known.C A He talked to many thousands with a mind that was his own,Dm But he could not close his eyes when the lists were passed around,C A Dm So he tried to move the Union to tear the blacklist down. [Verse 3]Dm His friends they tried to warn him he was headin' for a fall.C A If he spoke against the blacklist he had no chance at all,Dm But he laughed away their warnings and he laughed away their fears:C A Dm For how could lies destroy the work of many honest years? [Verse 4]Dm Then slowly, oh so slowly, his life began to change.C A People would avoid his eyes, his friends were actin' strange,Dm And he finally saw the power of the hidden poison penC A Dm When they told him that his job was through, he'd never work again. [Verse 5]Dm And he could not believe what his sad eyes had found.C A He stared in disbelief as his world came tumblin' down,Dm And as the noose grew tighter, at last the trap was clear:C A For every place he turned to go, that list would soon be thereDm Oh, that list. [Verse 5]Dm And is there any bottom to the fears that grow inside?C A Is there any bottom to the hate that you must hide?Dm And is there any end to your long road of despair?C A Dm Is there any end to the pain that you must bear? [Verse 6]Dm His wife and children trembled, the time was runnin' short,C A When a man of law got on their side and took them into court,Dm And there upon the stand they could not hide behind their eyes,C A Dm And the cancer of the fascist was displayed before our eyes. [Verse 7]Dm Hey, you blacklist, you blacklist, I've seen what you have done.C A I've seen the men you've ruined and the lives you've tried to run,Dm But the one thing that I've found is, the only ones you spareC A Dm Are those that do not have a brain, or those that do not care. [Verse 8]Dm And you men who point your fingers and spread your lies around,C A You men who left your souls behind and drag us to the ground,Dm You can put my name right down there, I will not try to hideC A Dm For if there's one man on the blacklist, I'll be right there by his side. [Verse 9]Dm For I'd rather go hungry to beg upon the streetsC A Than earn my bread on dead men's souls and crawl beneath your feet.Dm And I will not play your hater's game and hate you in return,C A Dm for it's only through the love of man the blacklist can be burned.
Ballad Of John Henry Faulk
Phil Ochs
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