The mediated zeitgeist of the sixties was such that the vibes didn't really die out until 1975, in Australia , even more so.
It seems that starting in 1968, if you were a second tier folkie on a major label (in this case CBS) it was mandatory that you had to have a song about the sadness of John Q Salesman and his inability to laugh or hear the children playing.
You also got double bonus points if your album cover had you posing on a park bench wearing a fleece lined courderoy jacket, your battered guitar case sitting next to you.
Triple bonus points if you were also eating corned beef on rye.
This last bit occured more often than you would guess.
Doug Ashdown fits all the criterea. Watch for Doug's "Fuck , this wasn't a good idea but I need the exposure" smile/grimace as the orchestrated bit comes in full force.
Even though this song is maudlin as fuck, it's a grower-so here's the mp3 to shove in yer pod and whatnot, a fine addition to any playlist:
Doug Ashdown The Saddest Song of All mp3
Doug on EBay