Letra de 1915 (Live Acoustic At 11th Street Records)
In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician Scrawled in spite across the envelope With all of our conviction In only took a few hours for his peers To find him guilty in a trail too fairA wobbly, immigrant worker has no place among the living My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce Murdered by the capitalist1915, be careful of what you wish Who is wrong and who is righteous?And what was stolen from us, we will replaceOff with the head, on the body we feastWho is wrong and who is righteous Will never be our own decisionHe yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beatingEvery word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers growPerhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom againAnd if the workers take a notionThey can stop all speeding trains Every ship upon the ocean They can tie with mighty chains Every wheel in the creation Every mine and every millFleets and armies of all nations Will at our command stand still