Biography:
Bruce "Utah" Phillips (b. May 15, 1935 in Cleveland, Ohio; d. May 23, 2008 in Nevada City, Calif.) was a labor organizer, folk singer, songwriter, storyteller, poet and self-described "Golden Voice of the Great Southwest". He described the struggles of working people, labor unions and the power of direct action. He often promoted the Industrial Workers of the World in his music, actions, and words. His original songs include the often-covered "Green Rolling Hills of West Virginia" and "Rock salt and nails."
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I THINK OF YOU (Utah Phillips)
October 10, 2008
Banjo Tuned E, Play Key of D Moderate to Slow Tempo
D A E7
I look to see the wildflowers blooming & wonder why they seem so plain.
D A E
The springtime rides all the brown hills over, young birds sing in a silver rain.
D A E7
I think of you as the night rolls by, you're on my mind the whole night through,
D A E7 A D
Far away in a lonesome city, All the time you're gone, I think of you.
D A
And when my world has turned to sunlight,
E7 A
And the dust clouds stand in the summer sky,
E
I'll number all the climbing roses,
A D
Watch to see the milkweed fly.
A
And when I hear the soft wind moaning
E7 A
Like an angel's voice from a far-off shore,
A E
My days slip by like light snow falling,
A D
Or dry brown leaves blown by my door.
October 10, 2008
Banjo Tuned E, Play Key of D Moderate to Slow Tempo
D A E7
I look to see the wildflowers blooming & wonder why they seem so plain.
D A E
The springtime rides all the brown hills over, young birds sing in a silver rain.
D A E7
I think of you as the night rolls by, you're on my mind the whole night through,
D A E7 A D
Far away in a lonesome city, All the time you're gone, I think of you.
D A
And when my world has turned to sunlight,
E7 A
And the dust clouds stand in the summer sky,
E
I'll number all the climbing roses,
A D
Watch to see the milkweed fly.
A
And when I hear the soft wind moaning
E7 A
Like an angel's voice from a far-off shore,
A E
My days slip by like light snow falling,
A D
Or dry brown leaves blown by my door.
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