capo 3
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Verse
[G] Take a trip with me in [D] 1913 [G]
To [C] Calumet, Michigan, in the [D] copper [G] country.
I'll take you to a place called [C] EYE talian [G] Hall
Where the [G] miners
[G] are having their [D] big Christmas [G] ball. [C] [G]
Verse
[G] I'll take you indoor, a [D] nd [G] up a high stair.
Th [C] ere's singin' and dancin', [D] it's he [G] ard everywhere,
I'll let you shake hands with the [C] people you [G] see
And watch… [G]
[G] the kids dance [D] round the big Christmas [G] tree.
Verse
[G] There's singin' and [D] dancin' [G] and songs in the air,
[C] An' the spirit of Christmas [D] is there [G] everywhere,
Before you know, you're friends [C] with us [G] all
And you're [G] dancin'
[G] around and around [D] in the [G] hall.
Verse
[G] You ask about work and you ask [D] about [G] pay;
[C] They'll tell you they make less than a [D] dollar a [G] day,
Just workin' the copper claims, [C] riskin' their [G] lives,
So it's [G] fun
[G] to spend Christmas with ch [D] ildren and wiv [G] es.
Verse
[G] A little girl sits by the Christmas [D] tree [G] lights
To [C] play piano, she gotta keep [D] quiet. [G]
To hear all this fun you would [C] not [G] realize
That the [G] copper
[G] -boss thug-men are [D] millin' [G] outside.
Verse
[G] The copper-thugs stuck their heads through [D] the [G] door
[C] One of them yelled and he screamed, [D] "There's a [G] fire!"
A lady, she hollered, "There's [C] no such a [G] thing!
Keep [G] on
[G] with your party, [D] there's no such [G] thing."
Verse
[G] A few people rushed, and it's only [D] a [G] few.
[C] "It's just the scabs and the [D] thugs foolin' [G] you."
A man grabbed his daughter and he [C] carried her [G] down,
But the [G] thugs
[G] held the door and he [D] could not get [G] out.
Verse
[G] And then others followed, a hundred [D] or [G] more,
Bu [C] t most everybody remained on [D] the [G] floor.
The scabs and the thugs they still [C] laughed at their [G] joke,
And the [G] children
[G] were smothered on the [D] stairs by the [G] door.
Verse
[G] Such a terrible sight I never [D] did [G] see,
[C] We carried our children back up to [D] their [G] tree.
The scabs and the thugs they still [C] laughed at their [G] spree,
And the [G] children
[G] that died there were [D] seventy- [G] three.
Verse
[G] The piano played a slow [D] funeral [G] tune,
[C] But the town was lit up by a [D] cold Christmas [G] moon,
The parents they weep and the [C] miners they [G] moan,
"See [G]
[G] what your greed [D] for money has [G] done."
Outro
[G] [D] [G] [C] [D]
