Thin Wild Mercury

This is my first TAB, so I apologize to all (especially, Todd Snider) if I screwed up this fantastic song. Poor Phil Ochs, sad and low Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go Watching those tail lights leavin’ him behind Thrown from the limousine for speaking his mind Like a red-eyed photo into a garbage can At the corner of a hero and also ran A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat It's warm in a limousine, cold on the street Thin wild mercury And gold lame Things will go your way Or they won't Thin wild mercury And gold lame You know what they say Or you don't It was all over some new Dylan song That Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong Dylan stopped the car, where it shook like a fist "Phil, you ain't a writer, you're a journalist" Death of a rebel, twist of fate If he ever thought better, he thought too late Poor Phil Ochs, he slipped through the cracks Judas went electric and he never looked back Thin wild mercury And gold lame Things will go your way Or they won't Thin wild mercury And gold lame You know what they say Or you don't No, you don't No, you don't