1913 Massacre

Woody Guthrie

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A Bm A Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
D G A To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
Bm A I ll take you to a place called Italian Hall
D G A Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.
A Bm A I ll take you through a door, and up a high stairs.
D G A Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
Bm A I will let you shake hands with the people you see
D G A And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree.
Bm A You ask about work and you ask about pay;
D G A They ll tell you that they make less than a dollar a day,
Bm A Working the copper claims, risking their lives,
D G A So it s fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.
A Bm A There s talking and laughing and songs in the air,
D G A And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
Bm A Before you know it, you re friends with us all
D G A And you re dancing around and around in the hall.
A Bm A Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
D G A To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet.
Bm A To hear all this fun you would not realize
D G A That the copper-boss thug-men are milling outside.
A Bm A The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door
D G A One of them yelled and he screamed, "There s a fire!"
Bm A A lady, she hollered, "There s no such a thing!
D G A Keep on with your party, there s no such a thing."
A Bm A A few people rushed, and it was only a few
D G A "It s only the thugs and the scabs fooling you."
Bm A A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down
D G A But the thugs held the door and they could not get out.
A Bm A And then others followed, a hundred or more
D G A But most everybody remained on the floor.
Bm A The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,
D G A While the children were smothered on the stair by the door.
A Bm A Such a terrible sight I never did see
D G A We carried our children back up to their tree.
Bm A The scabs outside still laughed at their spree
D G A And the children that died there were seventy-three.
A Bm A The piano played a slow funeral tune
D G A And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
Bm A The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
D G A "See what your greed for money has done."
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Composición: Woody Guthrie

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