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 came into Yuba as soon as I read
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He stopped for a drink every now and again
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We bunked in the empties when the season was through
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Of all of those twenty-five hobos found dead
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I came in to find out if one of the slain
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Could have answered to my brother's name
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It might be your brother, I just couldn't say
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We hire lots of floaters who work by the day;
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Now I see his photo they might be the same
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But I never did ask him his name
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Chorus: If I had a list and if I only knew
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I'd write down their names and sing them to you
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And when I got done, I'd sing them again
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So you'd all know each one had a name
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He had a room and ran out on the rent
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Hired on a crew, I don't know where he went
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If I knew his boss, I might make a claim
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But I never did write down his name
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He stopped for a drink every now and again
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Didn't look no different than hundreds of men;
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You know these old winos, they all look the same
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No reason to ask him his name
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It might have been Shorty, a feller I knew
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We bunked in the empties when the season was through
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You know, I been thinking, it sure is a shame
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I never did ask him his name
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We always abandon the old for the new
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And second-hand people get thrown away, too;
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I know it won't help, but still it explains
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Why no one remembers their names
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