Phil Ochs - A Toast To Those Who Are Gone Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
1
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
1
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
2

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
X
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
4
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
4
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
CMany's the hour I've Amlain by my window and Cthought of the people who Amcarried the burden Who Cmarched in the strange fields in Amsearch of an answers And Cended their journeys an Amunwilling Ghero AmHere's a song to Emthose who are gone with Amnever a reason Gwhy And a Emtoast of the wine at the Amend of the line And a D7toll of the bell for the Gnext one to die Back in the coal fields of old Harlan county Some talked of the union, some talked of good wages And they lined them up in the dark of the forests And shot them down without asking no questions Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why And a toast of the wine to the end of the line And a toll of the bell for the next one to die And over the ocean, to the red Spanish soil came the lincoln brigade with their dreams But they fell in the fire of germany's bombing And they fell 'cause no one would hear their sad warning Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why And a toast of the wine at the end of the line And a toll of the bell for the next one to die In old Alabama, in old MississippiTwo states of the union so often found guilty They came on the busses, they came on the marches And they lay in the jails or they fell by the highway Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why And a toast of the wine at the end of the line And a toll of the bell for the next one to die The state it was texas, the town it was Dallas In the flash of a rifle a life was soon over And nobody thought of the past million murders And the long list of irony(?) had found a new champion Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why And a toast of the wine at the end of the line And a toll of the bell for the next one to die