Testo Rebel Girl

All you rebel girls and rebel boys still sing those songs today
We fought the fights together but Joe Hill gave us words to say
We fought the fight for workers' rights and he fought by our sides
For that rebel voice at the age of thirty-six he died
He died for the workers' honor and he died as a wobbly martyr
And for every back that's breaking in every factory, mine, and mill
You've got a friend and you always will in Joe Hill.
Don't bury me in Utah; I wouldn't be caught dead in that state Bill Spry turned his back while copper bosses sealed his fate
The wobblies marched into Chicago and they built a funeral pyre
Those downtown boys yelled, "ready, aim and" but Joe Hill's last words were "fire!"