E|---------| B|-----0---| G|-------0-| D|---0-----| A|--0------| E|---------|ie, A:E|---------| B|-----2---| G|-------2-| D|---2-----| A|--0------| E|---------|A: X0222X (maybe easier if barred)Bm'(?):X0443XD: X0023XG: X2003X played with capo II (sounding key, E)A Bm’ A Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteenD G A To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.Bm’ A I'll take you to a place called Italian HallD 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 seeD 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 allD 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 lightsD G A To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet.Bm’ A To hear all this fun you would not realizeD G A That the copper-boss thug-men are milling outside.A Bm’ A The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the doorD 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 fewD G A "It's only the thugs and the scabs fooling you."Bm’ A A man grabbed his daughter and carried her downD G A But the thugs held the door and they could not get out.A Bm’ A And then others followed, a hundred or moreD 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 seeD G A We carried our children back up to their tree.Bm’ A The scabs outside still laughed at their spreeD G A And the children that died there were seventy-three.A Bm’ A The piano played a slow funeral tuneD 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."
1913 Massacre
Woody Guthrie
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