White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land-Phil Ochs

[ti:White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land (Album Version)] [ar:Phil Ochs] [al:An Introduction To Phil Ochs] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land (Album Version) - Phil Ochs [00:03.36]The pilot's playing poker in the cockpit of the plane [00:07.66] [00:08.67]The casualties are rising like the dropping of rain [00:13.04] [00:15.13]And the mountain of machinery will fall before a man [00:19.43] [00:20.33]When your white boots marching in a yellow land [00:24.88] [00:28.20]It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn [00:33.16] [00:33.71]It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned [00:38.87] [00:39.92]And the chocolate in the children's eyes will never understand [00:44.55] [00:45.33]When you're white boots marching in a yellow land [00:50.32] [00:52.30]Red blow the bugles of the dawn [00:55.48] [00:57.38]The morning has arrived you must be gone [01:00.28] [01:02.07]And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls [01:06.41] [01:06.99]Like cold whores following tired armies [01:13.00] [01:17.24]Train them well the men who will be fighting by your side [01:21.70] [01:22.34]And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide [01:27.25] [01:28.66]For the colors of a civil war are louder than commands [01:33.83] [01:34.35]When you're white boots marching in a yellow land [01:39.21] [01:42.61]Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight [01:47.02] [01:48.20]Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night [01:52.79] [01:54.44]But when the firing squad is ready [01:57.32]They'll be spitting where they stand [02:00.27]At the white boots marching in a yellow land [02:04.84] [02:07.42]Red blow the bugles of the dawn [02:09.92] [02:12.58]The morning has arrived you must be gone [02:15.53] [02:17.44]And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls [02:21.86] [02:22.43]Like cold whores following tired armies [02:28.62] [02:32.56]The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage [02:38.06]Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage [02:42.48] [02:44.34]We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began [02:49.52] [02:50.23]We're the white boots marching in a yellow land [02:55.49] [03:07.44]And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls [03:11.88] [03:12.55]Like cold whores following tired armies