1913 Massacre-Ramblin' Jack Elliott/Jack Elliott/Millard Lampell

[ti:1913 Massacre] [ar:Ramblin' Jack Elliott] [al:A Tribute To Woody Guthrie] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]1913 Massacre (Recorded Live) - Ramblin' Jack Elliott/Millard Lampell [00:01.36]Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen [00:06.91] [00:08.80]To Calumet Michigan in the copper country [00:14.09] [00:17.19]I'll take you to place called Italian Hall [00:24.82]And the miners are having their big Christmas ball [00:32.13] [00:35.63]I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs [00:40.29]Singing and dancing is heard everywhere [00:45.02]I will let you shake hands with the people you see [00:51.47]And watch the kids dance 'round [00:56.59]The big Christmas tree [00:58.63] [01:01.91]There's talkin' and laughin' and songs in the air [01:06.51]And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere [01:10.87] [01:12.08]Before you know it you're friends with us all [01:19.74]And you're dancing around and around in the hall [01:27.24] [01:30.09]You ask about work and you ask about pay [01:34.79]They'll tell you [01:35.68]They make less than a dollar a day [01:39.65]Working the copper claims risking their lives [01:46.70]So it's fun to spend Christmas [01:51.56]With children and wives [01:54.11]A little girl sits down [01:55.60]By the Christmas tree lights [01:58.21]To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet [02:02.71]To hear all this fun you had not realize [02:10.20]That the copper-boss thug-men [02:14.14]They are milling outside [02:16.14]The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door [02:19.78] [02:20.33]One of them yelled and he screamed "There's a fire" [02:24.30] [02:25.83]A lady she hollered "There's no such a thing [02:32.98]Keep on with your party there's no such a thing" [02:39.41] [02:40.10]A few people rushed and it's only a few [02:43.55] [02:44.18]It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you [02:48.38] [02:49.47]A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down [02:55.48]But the thugs held the door and he could not get out [03:02.24]And then others followed a hundred or more [03:06.56]Most everybody remained on the floor [03:11.69]The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke [03:18.09]And the children were smothered [03:23.06]On the stair by the door [03:25.39] [03:26.61]Such a terrible sight I never did see [03:31.09]We carried our children back up to their tree [03:35.61]The scabs outside still laughed at their spree [03:45.14] [03:46.22]And the children that died there were seventy-three [03:52.84] [03:54.34]Piano played a slow funeral tune [03:59.05]And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon [04:04.00] [04:05.54]The parents they cried and the miners they moaned [04:13.25]See what your greed for money has done