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[[Phil Ochs]] ballad om [[Joe Hill]].

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f fsus f c (open d string/then back on 2nd fret)<br>
Joe hill come over from sweden shores<br>
F fsus f c<br>
Looking for some work to do<br>
F c am<br>
And the statue of liberty waved him by<br>
C (open d string/place finger on g st. 2nd fret/return)<br>
As joe come a sailing through, joe hill<br>
C g7 c<br>
As joe come a sailing through.<br>


Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high<br>
As he headed for the promised land<br>
And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work streets<br>
Before he began to understand<br>
Before he began to understand<br>


And joe got hired by a bowery bar<br>
Sweeping up the saloon<br>
As his rag would sail over the baroom rail<br>
Sounded like he whistled on a tune<br>
You could almost hear him whistling on a tune<br>


And joe rolled on from job to job<br>
From the docks to the railroad line<br>
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote<br>
In his letters he was always doing fine<br>
In his letters he was always doing fine<br>


Oh, the years went by like the sun goin down<br>
Slowly turn the page<br>
And when joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks<br>
He had nothing to show but his age<br>
He had nothing to show but his age<br>


So he headed out for the california shore<br>
There things were just as bad<br>
So he joined the industrial workers of the world<br>
cause, the union was the only friend he had<br>
cause, the union was the only friend he had<br>


Now the strikes were bloody and the strikes were black<br>
As hard as they were long<br>
In the dark of night joe would stay awake and write<br>
In the morning he would raise them with a song<br>
In the morning he would raise them with a song<br>


And he wrote his words to the tunes of the day<br>
To be passed along the union vine<br>
And the strikes were led and the songs were spread<br>
And joe hill was always on the line<br>
Yes joe hill was always on the line<br>


Now in salt lake city a murder was made<br>
There was hardly a clue to find<br>
Oh, the proof was poor, but the sheriff was sure<br>
Joe was the killer of the crime<br>
That joe was the killer of the crime<br>


Joe raised his hands but they shot him down<br>
He had nothing but guilt to give<br>
Its a doctor I need and they left him to bleed<br>
He made it cause he had the will to live<br>
Yes, he made it cause he had the will to live<br>


Then the trial was held in a building of wood<br>
And there the killer would be named<br>
And the days weighed more than the cold copper ore<br>
Cause he feared that he was being framed<br>
Cause he found out that he was being framed<br>


Oh, strange are the ways of western law<br>
Strange are the ways of fate<br>
For the government crawled to the mine owners call<br>
That the judge was appointed by the state<br>
Yes, the judge was appointed by the state<br>


Oh, utah justice can be had<br>
But not for a union man<br>
And joe was warned by summer early morn<br>
That thered be one less singer in the land<br>
Thered be one less singer in the land<br>


Now william spry was governor spry<br>
And a life was his to hold<br>
On the last appeal, fell a governors tear<br>
May the lord have mercy on your soul<br>
May the lord have mercy on your soul<br>


Even president wilson held up the day<br>
But even he would fail<br>
For nobody heard the soul searching words<br>
Of the soul in the salt lake city jail<br>
Of the soul in the salt lake city jail<br>


For 36 years he lived out his days<br>
And he more than played his part<br>
For his songs that he made, he was carefully paid<br>
With a rifle bullet buried in his heart<br>
With a rifle bullet buried in his heart<br>


Yes, they lined joe hill up against the wall<br>
Blindfold over his eyes<br>
Its the life of a rebel that he chose to live<br>
Its the death of a rebel that he died<br>
Its the death of a rebel that he died<br>


Now some say joe was guilty as charged<br>
And some say he wasnt even there<br>
And I guess nobody will ever know<br>
cause the court records all disappeared<br>
cause the court records all disappeared<br>


Say wherever you go in this fair land<br>
In every union hall<br>
In the dusty dark these words are marked<br>
In between all the cracks upon the wall<br>
In between all the cracks upon the wall<br>


Its the very last line that joe will wrote<br>
When he knew that his days were through<br>
"boys, this is my last and final will<br>
Good luck to all of you<br>
Good luck to all of you"<br>

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