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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[Verse 1]
A D E
We have fed you all for a thousand years,
Bm A
And you hail us still unfed,
D E
Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth.
Bm A
But marks the workers' dead.
D A
We have yielded our best to give you rest
Bm E
And you lie on crimson wool.
A D E
And if blood be the price of all your wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have paid in full!
[Verse 2]
A D E
There is never a mine blown skyward now.
Bm A
But we're buried alive for you.
D E
There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now,
Bm A
But we are its ghastly crew.
D A
Go reckon our dead by the forges red
Bm E
And the factories where we spin.
A D E
If blood be the price of your cursed wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have paid it in!
[Verse 3]
A D E
We have fed you all for a thousand years -
Bm A
For that was our doom, you know;
D E
From the days when you chained us in your fields
Bm A
To the strike a week ago.
D A
You have taken our lives, our husbands and wives,
Bm E
And we're told it's your legal share.
A D E
But if blood be the price of your lawful wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have bought it fair!
A D E
We have fed you all for a thousand years,
Bm A
And you hail us still unfed,
D E
Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth.
Bm A
But marks the workers' dead.
D A
We have yielded our best to give you rest
Bm E
And you lie on crimson wool.
A D E
And if blood be the price of all your wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have paid in full!
[Verse 2]
A D E
There is never a mine blown skyward now.
Bm A
But we're buried alive for you.
D E
There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now,
Bm A
But we are its ghastly crew.
D A
Go reckon our dead by the forges red
Bm E
And the factories where we spin.
A D E
If blood be the price of your cursed wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have paid it in!
[Verse 3]
A D E
We have fed you all for a thousand years -
Bm A
For that was our doom, you know;
D E
From the days when you chained us in your fields
Bm A
To the strike a week ago.
D A
You have taken our lives, our husbands and wives,
Bm E
And we're told it's your legal share.
A D E
But if blood be the price of your lawful wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have bought it fair!
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