Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song I will tell you of a hero, who's now dead and gone I will tell you of a young boy, whose age was nineteen He was the bravest union man, that I have ever seen
Harry Simms was a palomine, we labored side by side Expecting to be shot on sight, or taken for a ride By them dirty cold operator gun thugs, that roamed from town to town A-shooting down the union men, where e'er they may be found
Harry Simms was walkin' down the track, one bright sun-shiney day He was a youth of courage, his step was light and gay He did not know the gun thugs was hiding on the way To kill our brave young comrade this bright sun-shiney day
Harry Simms was killed on Brush Creek, in nineteen thirty-two He organized the miners, into the N.M.U. He gave his life in struggle, that was all that he could do He died for the union, also for me and youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
