WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Joe Hill - We Will Sing One Song Chords | Ver. 1
[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.
