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THE OLD OFFICE CHAIR
         (Lyric for a Song)

I.
Joe Hill he was a union man
Who worked with song and pen.
When Utah's gunmen shot him down
He rose to Life again.

Chorus:
Now the old office chair is gone;
The bullet-riddled chair is gone.
But ghosts who haunt it never die;
Their famous names go on.

II.
Handsome Condon, awaiting death
Played trumpet all night long.
His sweetheart stood outside the wall
To listen to his song.

CHORUS

III.
Don Jesse Neal could not be saved;
He shot a cop, they say.
With hands in cuffs behind his back
Took that cop's gun away.

CHORUS

IV.
Eliseo Mares bled to death;
The bullets missed his heart.
Monsignor Moreton stayed with him,
Last mercy to impart.

CHORUS

V.
Gary Gilmore lived in despair;
With pen, deplored his fate.
He killed to die, then tried to kill
Himself, to cheat the State.

CHORUS

VI.
Jesse Garcia's life was saved
From that old office chair.
Fifty years Utah punished him
For Justice did not care.

CHORUS

© Copyright, 2002

Ethel C. Hale