🎶 1913 Massacre

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Verse
[Db]Take a trip with me in [Cb]1913 [Db]
To [A#]Calumet, Michigan, in the [Cb]copper [Db]country.
I'll take you to a place called [A#]EYE talian [Db]Hall
Where the [Db]miners

[Db]are having their [Cb]big Christmas [Db]ball. [A#] [Db]

Verse
[Db]I'll take you indoor, a [Cb]nd [Db]up a high stair.
Th [A#]ere's singin' and dancin', [Cb]it's he [Db]ard everywhere,
I'll let you shake hands with the [A#]people you [Db]see
And watch… [Db]

[Db]the kids dance [Cb]round the big Christmas [Db]tree.

Verse
[Db]There's singin' and [Cb]dancin' [Db]and songs in the air,
[A#]An' the spirit of Christmas [Cb]is there [Db]everywhere,
Before you know, you're friends [A#]with us [Db]all
And you're [Db]dancin'

[Db]around and around [Cb]in the [Db]hall.

Verse
[Db]You ask about work and you ask [Cb]about [Db]pay;
[A#]They'll tell you they make less than a [Cb]dollar a [Db]day,
Just workin' the copper claims, [A#]riskin' their [Db]lives,
So it's [Db]fun

[Db]to spend Christmas with ch [Cb]ildren and wiv [Db]es.

Verse
[Db]A little girl sits by the Christmas [Cb]tree [Db]lights
To [A#]play piano, she gotta keep [Cb]quiet. [Db]
To hear all this fun you would [A#]not [Db]realize
That the [Db]copper

[Db]-boss thug-men are [Cb]millin' [Db]outside.

Verse
[Db]The copper-thugs stuck their heads through [Cb]the [Db]door
[A#]One of them yelled and he screamed, [Cb]"There's a [Db]fire!"
A lady, she hollered, "There's [A#]no such a [Db]thing!
Keep [Db]on

[Db]with your party, [Cb]there's no such [Db]thing."

Verse
[Db]A few people rushed, and it's only [Cb]a [Db]few.
[A#]"It's just the scabs and the [Cb]thugs foolin' [Db]you."
A man grabbed his daughter and he [A#]carried her [Db]down,
But the [Db]thugs

[Db]held the door and he [Cb]could not get [Db]out.

Verse
[Db]And then others followed, a hundred [Cb]or [Db]more,
Bu [A#]t most everybody remained on [Cb]the [Db]floor.
The scabs and the thugs they still [A#]laughed at their [Db]joke,
And the [Db]children

[Db]were smothered on the [Cb]stairs by the [Db]door.

Verse
[Db]Such a terrible sight I never [Cb]did [Db]see,
[A#]We carried our children back up to [Cb]their [Db]tree.
The scabs and the thugs they still [A#]laughed at their [Db]spree,
And the [Db]children

[Db]that died there were [Cb]seventy- [Db]three.

Verse
[Db]The piano played a slow [Cb]funeral [Db]tune,
[A#]But the town was lit up by a [Cb]cold Christmas [Db]moon,
The parents they weep and the [A#]miners they [Db]moan,
"See [Db]

[Db]what your greed [Cb]for money has [Db]done."

Outro
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