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#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!”
- Title: Joe Hill
- Artist: ellohell0
- Description: a writing for Joe Hill
- Date: 01/26/2010
- Tags: hill
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