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Lyrics for The 1913 Massacre by Guthrie Woody:



Artist:Guthrie Woody
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Album:Miscellaneous
Track:The 1913 Massacre
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:The 1913 Massacre
(Woody Guthrie)

Take a trip with me in
nineteen thirteen
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
I'll take you to a place
called Italian Hall
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.

I'll take
you through a door, and up a high stairs.
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will
let you shake hands with the people you see
And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas
tree.

You ask about work and you ask about pay;
They'll tell you that they make less
than a dollar a day,
Working the copper claims, risking their lives,
So it's fun to spend
Christmas with children and wives.

There's talking and laughing and songs in the
air,
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
Before you know it, you're friends
with us all
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.

Well, a little girl
sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet.
To hear
all this fun you would not realize
That the copper-boss thug-men are milling
outside.

The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door
One of them yelled and
he screamed, "There's a fire!"
A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing!
Keep on
with your party, there's no such a thing."

A few people rushed, and it was only a
few
"It's only the thugs and the scabs fooling you."
A man grabbed his daughter and
carried her down
But the thugs held the door and he could not get out.

And then
others followed, a hundred or more
But most everybody remained on the floor.
The gun-thugs
they laughed at their murderous joke,
While the children were smothered on the stair by the
door.

Such a terrible sight I never did see
We carried our children back up to their
tree.
The scabs outside still laughed at their spree
And the children that died there were
seventy-three.

The piano played a slow funeral tune
And the town was lit up by a
cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your
greed for money has done."

Note: In Calumet, Michigan, in 1913 hired copper company
thugs
broke up a striker's Christmas party by shouting "fire", and then
barring the door.
In the panic hat ensued, 73 children were
smothered to death.
@union @work @death
@Xmas
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