JOE HILL





I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,

Alive as you or 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 satnding 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."



I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,

Alive as you or me

Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead,"

"I never died," says he

"I never died," says he



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Music by Earl Robinson, copyright 1938 by Bob Miller, Inc.



Joe Hill, a great organizer and poet, was executed in 1915 on a

murder charge which union circles have always considered a frame-

up. This song, written in his memory, is one of the most moving

of all the labor songs.

Recorded by Paul Robeson, Baez- One Day at a Time

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