Biografía:
Bruce Duncan Phillips nació el 15 de mayo de 1935 en Cleveland, Ohio. Murió a los 73 años en Nevada, California, el viernes 23 de Mayo de 2008.
Cantante de folk norteamericano, cuentacuentos y andarrieles, durante 38 años se dedicó incansablemente a componer para dos continentes. En vida, se comprometió con las luchas obreras y fue orgulloso mienmbro de los "Industrial Workers of the World" (Trabajadores Industriales del Mundo), conocidos popularmente como los "Wobblies".
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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
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
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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
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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
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
Em D
And you've got to walk forever just to find a telephone
C G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home
G C
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
C G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home
G C
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
Em D
And you've got to walk forever just to find a telephone
C G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home
G C
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
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