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JOE HILL

(written by Alfred Hayes & Earl Robinson)

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me.
But, Joe, I said, you're ten years dead, I never died, said he,
    I never died, said he.

In Salt Lake City, Joe says I, 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 standin' there as big as life, And smilin' with his eyes,
Says he, 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 workingmen 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,
When workingmen are out on strike, It's there you'll find Joe Hill,
    It's there you'll find Joe Hill.

(repeat first verse)

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)