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one cold autumn morning
leaves had tunred brown
an old bum come trampin
through a small western town
he walked thru the church yard
to the preacher's back door
where he knew there was refuge and room for the poor
he knocked and then waitind for the precher to come
with just a kind word for a broken down bum
the preacher arrived
and looked out in dismay
with a few angry words he drove him away
ofyou won't offer me something to eat
may i sit here a moment and rest my poor feet
i've travelled so far
i'm weary and sore
and stay up in heaven is there room for the poor
is there room for the poor

across the divide
where bums don't go hungry
and freeze up outside
or will they be driven from the saviour's back door
oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor?
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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."

Read more about Utah Phillips on Last.fm.


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