• #77: Let me take you back to early 1900s
    When a miner would mine all day
    Promised just a few dollars short of his rent
    And that pay never rolls in

    Well many came as one to call for solidarity
    Many herd the words of a single man
    Be it his songs or his speeches
    But Joe Hill got his voice herd

    But to California he was headed
    And Salt Lake City was where he would work to pay for the rest of his trip
    But on a cool and dark night a man was shot
    And Joe to was shot in the name of a beloved women
    But a murder they called him
    For a clerk was killed

    So in the morning the feds arrived
    Shot him in the hand as he reached for pants
    And hulled him off to jail
    Promised a fair trial
    But as many saw those days
    The constitution means nothing
    So guilty was the verdict

    So let it be known
    That he didn’t go down silent
    Into the world of martyred he went
    And his final words to the world
    Still ring around the mountains
    So for all our comrades let do as Joe tells
    “Don’t mourn, ORGANIZE!”