Texty: Phil Ochs. Fifty Mile Hike.

Some people never get their feet on the ground,
They're either sitting in a chair or they're laying down
Their bellies are hanging down on their knees,
It's almost a national emergency.
Fifty miles, keep a-walking,
Twenty-five miles and you're almost there,
Fifty miles no use a-talkin',
Better get in step with the new frontier.

Well, the president put on his walkin' shoes
He had a country with 30 millions pounds to lose
He remembered a promise he made 'way back when
He's gonna get the country movin' again.
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Then everybody started getting into the act
Even sallinger left but he soon came back
On his return he was heard to say
Fifty miles a day keeps republicans away
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Rockefeller's happy with his brand new wife,
And richard nixon's done enough running for life
And lyndon johnson is too busy a man
And joseph p. kennedy bought out tom mccann.
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So I decided I would carry my load
I grabbed a carton of cigarettes and I hit the road,
The golf clubs were heavy and the gin was slow
If you want to get healthy, that's the way to go.
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While everybody's goin' out and havin' fun
They ought to lose some weight in more ways than one
Fity miles of thinking is a heavy strain
But it's about the only cure, for an overweight brain.
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