We Will Sing One Song Chords

  			
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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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.