1913 Massacre Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 ie, A:

A: X0222X (maybe easier if barred)

Bm'(?):X0443X

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Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen

 To DCalumet, Michigan, in theG copper countrAy.

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I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall

 Where theD miners are hGaving their big ChristmasA ball.

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I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs.

 SinDging and dancing is Gheard everyAwhere,

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I will let you shake hands with the people you see

 And Dwatch the kids dGance round that big Christmas Atree.

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You ask about work and you ask about pay;

 TheDy'll tell you that they make less than aG dollar a dAay,

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Working the copper claims, risking their lives,

 So it's Dfun to spend GChristmas with children and wAives.

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There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,

 And Dthe spirit of Christmas is Gthere everyAwhere,

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Before you know it, you're friends with us all

 And you're Ddancing Garound and around in theA hall.

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Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights

 To Dplay the piano, so you Ggotta keep Aquiet.

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To hear all this fun you would not realize

 That the Dcopper-boss thuGg-men are milling outsAide.

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The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door

 OneD of them yelled and he screamed, "GThere's a fAire!"

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A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing!

 Keep on Dwith your Gparty, there's no such a thAing."

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A few people rushed, and it was only a few

 "ItD's only the thugs and the scabs Gfooling yAou."

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A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down

 But the Dthugs held theG door and they could not getA out.

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And then others followed, a hundred or more

 ButD most everybody Gremained on the flAoor.

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The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,

 While the Dchildren wereG smothered on the stair by theA door.

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Such a terrible sight I never did see

 We Dcarried our children back Gup to theirA tree.

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The scabs outside still laughed at their spree

 And the Dchildren that Gdied there were seventy-Athree.

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The piano played a slow funeral tune

 AndD the town was lit up by a Gcold Christmas Amoon,

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The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,

 "See Dwhat your Ggreed for money has Adone."