Joe Hill - We will sing one song

We w^Gill sing one s^G7ong of the m^Ceek and humble ^Gslave, The horn-handed s^A7on of the so^D7il, He's ^Gtoiling ^G7hard from the ^Ccradle to the ^Ggrave, But his ^Emmaster reaps the ^Dprofits ^D7from his t^Goil.

The^Gn we'll sing one ^G7song of the ^Cgreedy master ^Gclass, They're vagrants in ^A7broadcloth, i^D7ndeed, The^Gy live by ^G7robbing the ^Cever-toiling ^Gmass, Human ^Emblood they spill to ^Dsatisfy^D7 their ^Ggreed.

^GOrgani^Cze! Oh, to^Gilers, come o^Crganize your m^Gight; Then we'll sing one ^G7song of the ^Cworkers' common^Gwealth, Full of ^Embeauty, full of ^A7love a^D7nd he^Galth.

We ^Gwill sing one s^G7ong of the ^Cpolitician ^Gsly, He's talking of ^A7changing the l^D7aws; ^GElection ^G7day all the ^Cdrinks and smokes he'll ^Gbuy, While he's ^Emliving from the ^Dsweat ^D7of your ^Gbrow.

Then ^Gwe'll sing one ^G7song of the ^Cgirl below the ^Gline, She's scorned and d^A7espised everywh^D7ere, ^GWhile in their ^G7mansions the "^Ckeepers" wine and ^Gdine From the ^Emprofits that i^Dmmoral ^D7traffic b^Gear.

^GOrgani^Cze! Oh, to^Gilers, come o^Crganize your m^Gight; Then we'll sing one ^G7song of the ^Cworkers' common^Gwealth, Full of ^Embeauty, full of ^A7love a^D7nd he^Galth.

We ^Gwill sing one ^G7song of the ^Cpreacher, fat and ^Gsleek, He tells you of ^A7homes in the s^D7ky. ^GHe says, "Be ^G7generous, ^Cbe lowly, and be ^Gmeek, If you ^Emdon't you'll sure get^D roasted ^D7when you ^Gdie."

Then ^Gwe sing one ^G7song of the ^Cpoor and ragged ^Gtramp, He carries his ^A7home on his ^D7back; ^GToo old to ^G7work, he's not ^Cwanted 'round the ^Gcamp, So he ^Emwanders without ^Daim al^D7ong the ^Gtrack.

^GOrgani^Cze! Oh, to^Gilers, come o^Crganize your m^Gight; Then we'll sing one ^G7song of the ^Cworkers' common^Gwealth, Full of ^Embeauty, full of ^A7love a^D7nd he^Galth.

We ^Gwill sing one ^G7song of the ^Cchildren in the ^Gmills, They're taken from ^A7playgrounds and scho^D7ols, ^GIn tender ^G7years made to ^Cgo the pace that k^Gills, In the ^Emsweatshops, 'mong the ^Dlooms^D7 and the^G spools.

Then ^Gwe'll sing one ^G7song of the ^COne Big Union ^GGrand, The hope of the t^A7oiler and ^D7slave, ^GIt's coming ^G7fast; it is ^Csweeping sea and l^Gand, To the ^Emterror of the ^Dgrafter^D7 and the ^Gknave.

^GOrgani^Cze! Oh, to^Gilers, come o^Crganize your m^Gight; Then we'll sing one ^G7song of the ^Cworkers' common^Gwealth, Full of ^Embeauty, full of ^A7love a^D7nd he^Galth.