Sheriff Ochs

I just finished a book

With it's cover torn and its pages worn

The story starts on the day you were born in the city

Where movie houses stood

Raised on Elvis and Hollywood

The bad guys bad and the good guys good

And the weight of the world is always on the sheriff's shoulders

There was life in the little house

Above the hospital for the dying

So I will keep singing

I will keep fishing for some words in this water all around me

As the houses of home shook

And as the shelter broke you got a good long look

Of a country and class run by buzzards and crooks

Mississippi! Mississippi!

Through CIA and Klan

Through a McCarthy's damn blacklist, Nixon and 'nam

They teargassed the students but you had a plan

And the weight of the world is always on the sheriff's shoulders

There was life in the little house

Above the hospital for the dying

So I will keep singing

I will keep fishing for some words in this water all around me

There was life in the city that night

When you found your voice and you voiced your sight

And you held your ground to help us see

There's more to life than lovers and chores

There's more to life than an office at the top floor

Somehow, someway, we all find peace

We all find...