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We Will Sing One Song by Joe Hill


             We Will Sing One Song 


Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
 
[Verse]
    G             G7          C              G
We will sing one song of the meek and humble slave,
                 A7          D7
The horn-handed son of the soil,
     G       G7            C             G
He's toiling hard from the cradle to the grave,
        Em               D       D7        G
But his master reaps the profits from his toil.
 
   G                G7          C             G
Then we'll sing one song of the greedy master class,
                    A7           D7
They're vagrants in broadcloth, indeed,
   G         G7          C            G
They live by robbing the ever-toiling mass,
      Em                  D      D7     G
Human blood they spill to satisfy their greed.
 
 
[Chorus]
G     C         G            C             G
Organize! Oh, toilers, come organize your might;
                    G7          C              G
Then we'll sing one song of the workers' commonwealth,
        Em              A7    D7   G
Full of beauty, full of love and health.
 
[Verse]
   G              G7         C          G
We will sing one song of the politician sly,
                A7            D7
He's talking of changing the laws;
G        G7          C                       G
Election day all the drinks and smokes he'll buy,
           Em              D     D7      G
While he's living from the sweat of your brow.
 
     G              G7          C              G
Then we'll sing one song of the girl below the line,
                   A7             D7
She's scorned and despised everywhere,
G              G7            C                 G
While in their mansions the "keepers" wine and dine
         Em            D      D7       G
From the profits that immoral traffic bear.
 
[Chorus]
G     C         G            C             G
Organize! Oh, toilers, come organize your might;
                    G7          C              G
Then we'll sing one song of the workers' commonwealth,
        Em              A7    D7   G
Full of beauty, full of love and health.
 
[Verse]
   G             G7          C                 G
We will sing one song of the preacher, fat and sleek,
                A7            D7
He tells you of homes in the sky.
G            G7        C                G
He says, "Be generous, be lowly, and be meek,
       Em                   D        D7       G
If you don't you'll sure get roasted when you die."
 
     G           G7          C               G
Then we sing one song of the poor and ragged tramp,
               A7          D7
He carries his home on his back;
G          G7             C                 G
Too old to work, he's not wanted 'round the camp,
      Em              D     D7      G
So he wanders without aim along the track.
 
[Chorus]
G     C         G            C             G
Organize! Oh, toilers, come organize your might;
                    G7          C              G
Then we'll sing one song of the workers' commonwealth,
        Em              A7    D7   G
Full of beauty, full of love and health.
 
[Verse]
   G             G7          C               G
We will sing one song of the children in the mills,
                   A7                  D7
They're taken from playgrounds and schools,
G         G7            C                 G
In tender years made to go the pace that kills,
       Em                    D    D7      G
In the sweatshops, 'mong the looms and the spools.
 
     G              G7          C             G
Then we'll sing one song of the One Big Union Grand,
                 A7        D7
The hope of the toiler and slave,
G           G7          C                 G
It's coming fast; it is sweeping sea and land,
       Em            D      D7       G
To the terror of the grafter and the knave.
 
[Chorus]
G     C         G            C             G
Organize! Oh, toilers, come organize your might;
                    G7          C              G
Then we'll sing one song of the workers' commonwealth,
        Em              A7    D7   G
Full of beauty, full of love and health.




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