Joe Hill's Ashes歌詞

?[ar:Otis Gibbs]
[ti:Joe Hill's Ashes]
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[00:10.77]There's a cold wind blowing through the southern cave mines
[00:13.75]Somewhere in parks city and its closing time
[00:16.46]To another dead end week in a vacant life
[00:21.68]People talking about joe and what went down
[00:24.46]How you can find justice in a utah town
[00:27.13]So you tip your hat to a stranger and walk on by
[00:32.82]Waiting on a chance to shine
[00:37.98]Waiting on a chance to shine
[00:42.87]In the sidewalks
[00:44.12]Factories and fields you'll find
[00:45.98]Dust filled dream laying flat on the ground
[00:48.80]Waiting on a chance to shine
[00:51.41]Waiting on a chance to shine
[00:58.15]The world is full of lonely fools
[01:00.86]Staring at eachother from across the rooms
[01:03.79]Wishing they could get up their nerves to speak their minds
[01:08.66]But its hard for a man to stand his ground
[01:10.99]Locked up in state prison and beaten down
[01:14.39]Watching shadows creeping cross the walls through sleepless nights
[01:20.02]Waiting on a chance to shine
[01:25.30]Waiting on a chance to shine
[01:30.57]Justice is a woman in a rocking chair
[01:33.33]Combing the tangles from her long black hair
[01:36.02]Waiting on a chance to shine
[01:38.69]Waiting on a chance to shine
[02:11.86]There's an empty feeling in sugar house park
[02:14.42]And the memory looks in long after dark
[02:17.39]As the people try to tell the story of a crooked trial
[02:22.68]How the workers can stop a speeding train
[02:25.32]Tying their ships in the ocean with mighty chains
[02:28.02]Every wheels in gods creation
[02:30.41]Every mill and mine
[02:33.60]Waiting on a chance to shine
[02:38.86]Waiting on a chance to shine
[02:43.80]Everytime I dream about better times
[02:46.65]I can feel joe's ashes stiring deep inside
[02:49.72]Waiting on a chance to shine
[02:52.25]Waiting on a chance to shine
[03:09.42]There's a cold wind blowing through the southern cave mines
[03:12.44]Somewhere in parks city and its closing time
[03:15.14]To another dead end week in a vacant life