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]
G
Why's everybody laughing?
C D7/F# G
Weepy doesn't know.
G
He just stands there grinning,
A D
I guess he's kinda slow;
G
But Weepy don't get sore,
C
Seems like he asks for more
G C D7/F# G
Look at all the broken dishes on the floor.
[Verse 2]
G
Weepy can't do nothin',
C D7/F# G
There's nothin' he can do.
G
Sometimes he takes all morning
A D
To find his other shoe.
G
Hey, Goddamn it, Sid,
C
Lay off the poor dumb kid!
G C D7/F# G
Come on Weep, I'll show you where it's hid.
[Verse 3]
G
He's so damned good natured,
C D7/F# G
Just laughs and takes his lumps.
G
You never seen him angry
A D
'Cept when he's croaking gumps.
G
But that's no big surprise,
C
It's right there in his eyes;
G C D7/F# G
Looks like Weepy's found him something more his size.
[Verse 4]
G
Just like all these dishes
C D7/F# G
There's something in him broke;
G
Don't guess we mean to hurt him
A D
When we play our little joke.
G
Still the social workers say
C
He might have to go away,
G C D7/F# G
Well, you ask him - I bet he'd like to stay.
[Verse 5]
G
Why's everybody laughing?
C D7/F# G
Weepy doesn't know.
G
He just stands there grinning,
A D
I guess he's kinda slow;
G
But Weepy don't get sore,
C
Seems like he asks for more -
G C D7/F# G
Look at all the broken dishes on the floor.
G
Why's everybody laughing?
C D7/F# G
Weepy doesn't know.
G
He just stands there grinning,
A D
I guess he's kinda slow;
G
But Weepy don't get sore,
C
Seems like he asks for more
G C D7/F# G
Look at all the broken dishes on the floor.
[Verse 2]
G
Weepy can't do nothin',
C D7/F# G
There's nothin' he can do.
G
Sometimes he takes all morning
A D
To find his other shoe.
G
Hey, Goddamn it, Sid,
C
Lay off the poor dumb kid!
G C D7/F# G
Come on Weep, I'll show you where it's hid.
[Verse 3]
G
He's so damned good natured,
C D7/F# G
Just laughs and takes his lumps.
G
You never seen him angry
A D
'Cept when he's croaking gumps.
G
But that's no big surprise,
C
It's right there in his eyes;
G C D7/F# G
Looks like Weepy's found him something more his size.
[Verse 4]
G
Just like all these dishes
C D7/F# G
There's something in him broke;
G
Don't guess we mean to hurt him
A D
When we play our little joke.
G
Still the social workers say
C
He might have to go away,
G C D7/F# G
Well, you ask him - I bet he'd like to stay.
[Verse 5]
G
Why's everybody laughing?
C D7/F# G
Weepy doesn't know.
G
He just stands there grinning,
A D
I guess he's kinda slow;
G
But Weepy don't get sore,
C
Seems like he asks for more -
G C D7/F# G
Look at all the broken dishes on the floor.
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