Tom Paxton - Phil lyrics
[Tom Paxton - Phil lyrics]
Gone, gone, gone by your own hand
I couldn't believe it, the paper was shakin'
Gone, gone, gone by your own hand
I know I'm gonna spend the rest
Of my lifetime wondering why
You found yourself so badly hurt
You had to die
I opened the paper, there was your picture
Gone, gone, gone by your own hand
The phone started ringing
Had I heard about it?
I shook every time I heard it ring
What was my reaction? I put the phone down
That was the only news that was fit to sing
They ask about Dylan
About MacDougal Street and Third
Question piled on question and
Each question more absurd
I opened the paper, there was your picture
Gone, gone, gone by your own hand
Oh, I remember "There But For Fortune"
There but for fortune you and I would go
Fortune turned it's back on you
Or so it must have seemed to you
Christ alone knows what was the final blow
The last time I saw you
The last time I saw you
Bleeker Street outside the Other End
I told you I'd see you i got distracted
I never saw your face again
I heard that you were
Feeling stronger every day
I heard that you were well
With good things on their way
Then I opened the paper
There was your picture
Gone, gone, gone by your own hand