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Verse 1
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Joe Hill come over
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from Sweden shores
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Looking for some work to do
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And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
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As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
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As Joe come a sailing through.
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Oh his clothes were coarse
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and his hopes were high
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As he headed for the promised land
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And it took a few weeks on
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the out-of-work streets
streets
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streets
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Before he began to understand
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Before he began to understand
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And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
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sweeping up the saloon
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As his rag would sail over
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the barroom rail
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Sounded like he whistled on a tune
You could almost hear him
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whistling on a tune
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And Joe rolled on from job to job
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From the docks to the railroad line
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And no matter how hungry
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the hand that wrote
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In his letters he was always doing fine
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In his letters he was al ways doing fine
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Oh, the years went by like
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the sun goin' down
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slowly turn the page
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And when Joe looked back at
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the sweat upon his tracks
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He had nothing to show but his age
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He had nothing to show but his age
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So he headed out for the
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California shore
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There things were just as bad
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So he joined the Industrial Work
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ers of the World
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'Cause, The union was the
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only friend he had
'Cause, The union was the
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only friend he had
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Now the strikes were bloody
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and the strikes were black
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as hard as they were long
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In the dark of night Joe
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would stay awake and write
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In the morning he would raise
them with a song
In the morning he would
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raise them with a song
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And he wrote his words to
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the tunes of the day
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To be passed along the union vine
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And the strikes were led and
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the songs were spread
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And Joe Hill was always on the line
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Yes Joe Hill was always on the
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line
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Now in Salt Lake City a
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murder was made
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There was hardly a clue to find
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Oh, the proof was poor,
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but the sheriff was sure
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Joe was the killer of the crime
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That Joe was the killer of the crime
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Joe raised his hands but
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they shot him down
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he had nothing but guilt to give
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It's a doctor I need and
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they left him to bleed
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He made it 'cause he had the will to live
Yes, He made it 'cause he
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had the will to live
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Then the trial was held in
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a building of wood
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And there the killer would be named
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And the days weighed more
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than the cold copper ore
Cause he feared that he was
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being framed
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Cause he found out that
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he was being framed
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Oh, strange are the ways
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of western law
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Strange are the ways of fate
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For the government crawled to
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the mine owner's call
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That the judge was appointed
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by the state
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Yes, The judge was ap
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pointed by the state
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Oh, Utah justice can be had
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But not for a union man
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And Joe was warned by
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summer early morn
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That there'd be one less
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singer in the land
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There'd be one less singer in the land
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Now William Spry was Governor Spry
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And a life was his to hold
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On the last appeal,
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fell a governor's tear
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May the lord have mercy on your soul
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May the lord have mercy on your soul
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Even President Wilson held up the day
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But even he would fail
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For nobody heard the soul
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searching words
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Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail
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Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail
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For 36 years he lived out his days
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And he more than played his part
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For his songs that he made,
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he was carefully paid
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With a rifle bullet buried in his heart
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With a rifle bullet buried in his heart
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Yes, they lined Joe Hill up
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against the wall
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Blindfold over his eyes
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It's the life of a rebel that
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he chose to live
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It's the death of a rebel that he died
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It's the death of a rebel that he died
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Now some say Joe was
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guilty as charged
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And some say he wasn't even there
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And I guess nobody will ever know
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'Cause the court records
all disappeared
'Cause the court records
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all disappeared
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Say wherever you go in this fair land
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In every union hall
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In the dusty dark these words are marked
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In between all the cracks upon the wall
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In between all the cracks upon the wall
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It's the very last line that Joe Will wrote
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When he knew that his days
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were through
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"Boys, this is my last and final will
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Good luck to all of you
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Good luck to all of you"
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