1913 Massacre-Bob Dylan

[ti:1913 Massacre (Live)] [ar:Bob Dylan] [al:Our Greatest Living Poet (Live) (The Dave Cash Collection)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]1913 Massacre (Live Version) - Bob Dylan [00:34.09]Take a trip with me in 1913 [00:37.27] [00:40.99]To Calumet Michigan in the copper country [00:43.65] [00:47.91]I will take you to a place called Italian Hall [00:52.42] [00:54.81]Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball [01:01.98] [01:04.80]I will take you in a door and up a high stairs [01:08.52] [01:11.70]Their singing and dancing is heard everywhere [01:16.05] [01:18.75]I will let you shake hands with the people you see [01:23.29] [01:25.83]And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree [01:33.33] [01:35.69]There's singing and dancing and songs in the air [01:40.28] [01:42.76]And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere [01:47.23] [01:49.83]Before you know it you're friends with us all [01:54.35] [01:56.85]And you're dancing around and around in the hall [02:05.16] [02:07.02]You ask about work and you ask about pay [02:11.75] [02:13.87]They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day [02:18.12] [02:20.75]Theirs working the copper claims risking their lives [02:25.30] [02:27.53]So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives [02:36.88] [02:38.95]Hey little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights [02:43.11] [02:45.73]To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet [02:50.51] [02:52.93]To hear all this fun you would not realize [02:57.32] [02:59.75]That the copper boss thug men are milling outside [03:07.76] [03:09.62]The copper boss thugs stuck their heads in the door [03:13.71] [03:16.79]One of them yelled and he screamed There's a fire [03:21.54] [03:23.57]A lady she hollered There's no such a thing [03:28.37] [03:30.56]Keep on with your party there's no such a thing [03:37.97] [03:40.61]A few people rushed and it's only a few [03:44.99] [03:47.49]It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you [03:51.87] [03:54.46]A man grabbed his daughter and he carried her down [03:59.04] [04:01.40]But the thugs held the door and he could not get out [04:08.79] [04:11.38]And then others followed a hundred or more [04:15.30] [04:18.37]But most everybody remained on the floor [04:23.28] [04:25.48]The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke [04:31.01] [04:32.67]And the children were smothered on the stairs by the door [04:40.36] [04:42.37]Such a terrible sight I never did see [04:47.27] [04:49.45]We carried our children back up to their tree [04:54.27] [04:56.41]The scabs outside still laughed at their spree [05:01.54] [05:03.67]And the children that died there were seventy three [05:10.86] [05:13.79]The piano played a slow funeral tune [05:17.33] [05:20.58]And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon [05:25.13] [05:27.78]The parents they cried and the miners they moaned [05:31.97] [05:34.93]See what your greed for money has done