Philip David Ochs (El Paso, Texas, 19 de diciembre de 1940 - 9 de abril de 1976), fue un cantante estadounidense de música folk, emblema de los años setenta, famoso por su estilo irónico y su voz rasgada. Fue uno de los compositores más influyentes de la generación "hippie", sus letras en oposición a la Guerra de Vietnam y sus constantes críticas a los organismos del estado norteamericano. Entre sus obras más reconocidas se encuentra el himno pacifista "I ain´t marchin anymore", que denuncia lo irracional de la Guerra de Vietnam.
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This song is a rewrite of his earlier song "Here's to the State of Mississippi" submitted by Andrea Baroni ([email protected])
Standard tuning
Intro: CAmC
CAmG Here's to the state of Richard Nixon CBb For underneath his borders the devil draws no line CBb If you drag his muddy rivers nameless bodies you will find CBb And the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes CAmEmG And the calendar is lyin' when it reads the present time CAmFC Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of CAmGC Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the schools Richard Nixon Where they're teachin' all the children that they don't have to care All the rudiments of hatred are present everywhere And every single classroom is a factory of despair And there's nobody learnin' such a foreign word as fair Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the laws Richard Nixon Where the wars are fought in secret, Pearl Harbor everyday He punishes with income tax that he don't have to pay And he's tapping his own brother just to hear what he would say But corruption can be classic in the Richard Nixon way Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the churches Richard Nixon and Billy Graham Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust And the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lust All the fallen face of Jesus is chokin' in the dust And Heaven only knows in which God they can trust Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the government Richard Nixon In the swamp of their bureaucracy their always boggin' down And criminals are posing as advisors to the crown And they hope that no one sees the sights and no one hears the sound And the speeches of the President are the ravings of a clown Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Richard Nixon find yourself another country to be part of