1913 Massacre

Album: Hard Travelin': Asch Recordings Volume 3 (1949)
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  • Take a trip with me in 1913,
    To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
    I will take you to a place called Italian Hall,
    Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.

    I will take you in 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 around the big Christmas tree.

    You ask about work and you ask about pay,
    They'll tell you 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 thing."

    A few people rushed and it was only a few,
    "It's just 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 stairs 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." Publisher: BUG MUSIC OBO WOODY GUTHRIE PUBLICATIONS INC
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  • Kenny from Missourithis is the saddest song i know, It makes me cry every time i play it.
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