Biografia:
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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I THINK OF YOU (Utah Phillips)
October 10, 2008
Banjo Tuned E, Play Key of D Moderate to Slow Tempo
D A E7
I look to see the wildflowers blooming & wonder why they seem so plain.
D A E
The springtime rides all the brown hills over, young birds sing in a silver rain.
D A E7
I think of you as the night rolls by, you're on my mind the whole night through,
D A E7 A D
Far away in a lonesome city, All the time you're gone, I think of you.
D A
And when my world has turned to sunlight,
E7 A
And the dust clouds stand in the summer sky,
E
I'll number all the climbing roses,
A D
Watch to see the milkweed fly.
A
And when I hear the soft wind moaning
E7 A
Like an angel's voice from a far-off shore,
A E
My days slip by like light snow falling,
A D
Or dry brown leaves blown by my door.
October 10, 2008
Banjo Tuned E, Play Key of D Moderate to Slow Tempo
D A E7
I look to see the wildflowers blooming & wonder why they seem so plain.
D A E
The springtime rides all the brown hills over, young birds sing in a silver rain.
D A E7
I think of you as the night rolls by, you're on my mind the whole night through,
D A E7 A D
Far away in a lonesome city, All the time you're gone, I think of you.
D A
And when my world has turned to sunlight,
E7 A
And the dust clouds stand in the summer sky,
E
I'll number all the climbing roses,
A D
Watch to see the milkweed fly.
A
And when I hear the soft wind moaning
E7 A
Like an angel's voice from a far-off shore,
A E
My days slip by like light snow falling,
A D
Or dry brown leaves blown by my door.
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