From San Diego up to Maine
In every mine and mill
Where working folks defend their rights
There you’ll find Joe Hill
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night
Alive as you or me
I says, “Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” said he, “I never died.” said he.
Filed under: Coal Mining Songs, Occupy Wall Street, Joan Baez, Joe Hill, labor songs, migrant workers, Wobblies
