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Fairly simple and pretty freely played Just about the entire song is played with one pattern: E |--------- B |-----0--- G |-------0- D |---0----- A |--0------ E |--------- ie, A: E |--------- B |-----2--- G |-------2- D |---2----- A |--0------ E |--------- A: X0222X (maybe easier if barred) Bm'('):X0443X D: X0023X G: X2003X played with capo II (sounding key, E) A Bm' A Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
To DCalumet, Michigan, in theG copper countrAy. Bm' A I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall Where theD miners are hGaving their big ChristmasA ball.
A Bm' A I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs.
SinDging and dancing is Gheard everyAwhere, Bm' A I will let you shake hands with the people you see And Dwatch the kids dGance round that big Christmas Atree.
Bm' A You ask about work and you ask about pay;
TheDy'll tell you that they make less than aG dollar a dAay, Bm' A Working the copper claims, risking their lives, So it's Dfun to spend GChristmas with children and wAives.
A Bm' A There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,
And Dthe spirit of Christmas is Gthere everyAwhere, Bm' A Before you know it, you're friends with us all And you're Ddancing Garound and around in theA hall.
A Bm' A Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To Dplay the piano, so you Ggotta keep Aquiet. Bm' A To hear all this fun you would not realize That the Dcopper-boss thuGg-men are milling outsAide.
A Bm' A The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door
OneD of them yelled and he screamed, &Gquot;There'As a fire!" Bm' A A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing! Keep on Dwith your Gparty, there's no such a thAing."
A Bm' A A few people rushed, and it was only a few
&quDot;It's only the thugs and the sGcabs foolAing you." Bm' A A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down But the Dthugs held theG door and they could not getA out.
A Bm' A And then others followed, a hundred or more
ButD most everybody Gremained on the flAoor. Bm' A The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke, While the Dchildren wereG smothered on the stair by theA door.
A Bm' A Such a terrible sight I never did see
We Dcarried our children back Gup to theirA tree. Bm' A The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the Dchildren that Gdied there were seventy-Athree.
A Bm' A The piano played a slow funeral tune
AndD the town was lit up by a Gcold Christmas Amoon, Bm' A The parents they cried and the miners they moaned, "D;See what Gyour greed for moneyA has done."
-Tabbed by Ryon Castro Comments or suggestions, e-mail to depthcharge6000@hotmail.com Go easy on me; first tab.