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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Let me sing to you all the old songs I know
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Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow
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And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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Come along with me to some places that I've been
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Where people all look back and they still remember when
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And the quicksilver legends, like sunlight, turn and bend
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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Walk along some wagon road, down the iron rail
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Past the rusty Cadillacs that mark the boom town trail
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Where dreamers never win and doers never fail
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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I'll sing of my amigos, come from down below
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Whisper in their loving tongue the songs of Mexico
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They work their stolen Eden, lost so long ago
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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I'll tell you all some lies, just made up for fun
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And the loudest, meanest brag, it can beat the fastest gun
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I'll show you all some graves that tell where the West was won
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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And I'll sing about an emptiness the East has never known
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Where coyotes don't pay taxes and a man can live alone
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And you've got to walk forever just to find a telephone
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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Let me sing to you all those old songs I know
C7 D
Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow
Em D
And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow
C G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home
G C
Let me sing to you all the old songs I know
C7 D
Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow
Em D
And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow
C G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home
G C
Come along with me to some places that I've been
C7 D
Where people all look back and they still remember when
Em D
And the quicksilver legends, like sunlight, turn and bend
C G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home
G C
Walk along some wagon road, down the iron rail
C7 D
Past the rusty Cadillacs that mark the boom town trail
Em D
Where dreamers never win and doers never fail
C G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home
G C
I'll sing of my amigos, come from down below
C7 D
Whisper in their loving tongue the songs of Mexico
Em D
They work their stolen Eden, lost so long ago
C G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home
G C
I'll tell you all some lies, just made up for fun
C7 D
And the loudest, meanest brag, it can beat the fastest gun
Em D
I'll show you all some graves that tell where the West was won
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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And I'll sing about an emptiness the East has never known
C7 D
Where coyotes don't pay taxes and a man can live alone
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And you've got to walk forever just to find a telephone
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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Let me sing to you all those old songs I know
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Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow
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And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow
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It's sad, but the telling takes me home
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