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Artist/Band: Phil Ochs
Lyrics for Song: Joe Hill
Lyrics for Album: An Introduction To Phil Ochs [2003]



Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores


Looking for some work to do


And the Statue of Liberty waved him by


As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill


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 barroom 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


It's 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 owner's 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 there'd be one less singer in the land


There'd 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 governor's 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


It's the life of a rebel that he chose to live


It's the death of a rebel that he died


It's the death of a rebel that he died


Now some say Joe was guilty as charged


And some say he wasn't 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


It's 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"


Album Lyrics: An Introduction To Phil Ochs [2003]


Phil Ochs
"An Introduction To Phil Ochs [2003]"


1. Chords Of Fame
2. Cross My Heart
3. Joe Hill
4. Pretty Smart On My Part
5. Rehearsals For Retirement