Joe Hill
Alfred Hayes/Earl Robinson

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me
says I: “But Joe you’re ten years dead”
“I never died,” says he
“I never died,” says he

“In Salt Lake, Joe, “says I to him,
him standing by my bed,
“they framed you on a murder charge”
says Joe: “But I ain’t dead”
says Joe: “But I ain’t dead”

“The Copper bosses killed you, Joe,
they shot you, Joe” says I
“Takes more than guns to kill a man”
says Joe, “I didn’t die”
says Joe, “I didn’t die”

And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes
Joe says “What they forgot to kill
went on to organize”
“Went on to organize”

“Joe Hill ain’t dead,” he says to me,
“Joe Hill ain’t never died
Where working men are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side”
“Joe Hill is at their side”

“From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill:
Where workers strike and organize,”
says he: “you’ll find Joe Hill”
says he: “you’ll find Joe Hill”


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