Otis Gibbs - Joe hills ashes

^EThere's a cold wind blowing though the southern cave mines Somewhere in parks city and its closing time To ano^C#mther dead end week in a vacant li^Efe ^EPeople talking bout Joe and what went down,

So you t^C#mip your hat to a stranger and walk on b^Ey [Chorus] ^AWaiting on a chance to s^Ehine ^AWaiting on a chance to s^Ehine In the sid^Bewalks, factories and fields you'll find A du^C#mst filled d^Bream laying fl^Aat on the ground ^EWaiting ^Bon a chance to ^Ashine ^EWaiting ^Bon a chance to ^Ashine

^EThe world is full of lonely fools Staring at eachother from across the rooms Wishing th^C#mey could get up their nerves to speak their m^Einds ^EBut its hard for a man to stand his ground

Watching s^C#mhadows creeping cross the walls through sleepless ^Enights [Chorus] ^AWaiting on a chance to s^Ehine ^AWaiting on a chance to s^Ehine ^BJustice is a woman in a rocking chair ^C#mCombing the ^Btangles from her ^Along black hair ^EWaiting on a c^Bhance to s^Ahine ^EWaiting on a c^Bhance to s^Ahine

^EThere's an empty feeling in sugar house park And the memory looks in long after dark As the p^C#meople try to tell the story of a crooked ^Etrial ^EHow the workers can stop a speeding train

Every w^C#mheels in gods creation, every mill and m^Eine [Chorus] ^AWaiting on a chance to s^Ehine ^AWaiting on a chance to s^Ehine ^BEverytime I dream about better times, I can f^C#meel Joe's a^Bshes stiring d^Aeep inside ^EWaiting on a c^Bhance to s^Ahine ^EWaiting on a c^Bhance to s^Ahine

^EThere's a cold wind blowing though the southern cave mines Somewhere in parks city and its closing time To a^C#mnother dead end week in a vacant l^Eife