Kurtake: flyttade Phil Ochs : Joe Hill till Phil Ochs: Joe Hill

2010-03-20T16:21:12Z

flyttade Phil Ochs : Joe Hill till Phil Ochs: Joe Hill

Kurtake: flyttade Phil Ochs - Joe Hill till Phil Ochs : Joe Hill

2010-03-20T16:20:53Z

flyttade Phil Ochs - Joe Hill till Phil Ochs : Joe Hill

Kurtake: Ny sida: Phil Ochs ballad om Joe Hill. --- f fsus f c (open d string/then back on 2nd fret)
Joe hill come over from sweden shores
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Looking for some work to do
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2010-03-20T16:18:18Z

Ny sida: Phil Ochs ballad om Joe Hill. --- f fsus f c (open d string/then back on 2nd fret) Joe hill come over from sweden shores F fsus f c Looking for some work to do F c...

Ny sida

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

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f fsus f c (open d string/then back on 2nd fret) 
Joe hill come over 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. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kurtake: flyttade Phil Ochs : Joe Hill till Phil Ochs: Joe Hill

Kurtake: flyttade Phil Ochs - Joe Hill till Phil Ochs : Joe Hill

Kurtake: Ny sida: Phil Ochs ballad om Joe Hill. --- f fsus f c (open d string/then back on 2nd fret) Joe hill come over from sweden shores F fsus f c Looking for some work to do F c...

Kurtake: Ny sida: Phil Ochs ballad om Joe Hill. --- f fsus f c (open d string/then back on 2nd fret)
Joe hill come over from sweden shores
F fsus f c
Looking for some work to do
F c...