Joe Hill Phil Ochs

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
And Joe got hired by a Bowery bar
Sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would sail o'er the barroom rail
Sounded like he whistled on a tune
You could almost hear him whistling on a tune

[Verse 4]
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