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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, F: E |--------- B |-----2--- G |-------2- D |---2----- A |--0------ E |--------- A: X0222X (maybe easier if barred) Am'(?):X0443X C: X0023X F: X2003X played with capo II (sounding key, D) F Am’ F Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
To CCalumet, Michigan, in theF copper countrFy. Am’ F I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall Where theC miners are hFaving their big ChristmasF ball.
F Am’ F I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs.
SinCging and dancing is Fheard everyFwhere, Am’ F I will let you shake hands with the people you see And Cwatch the kids dFance round that big Christmas Ftree.
Am’ F You ask about work and you ask about pay;
TheCy'll tell you that they make less than aF dollar a dFay, Am’ F Working the copper claims, risking their lives, So it's Cfun to spend FChristmas with children and wFives.
F Am’ F There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,
And Cthe spirit of Christmas is Fthere everyFwhere, Am’ F Before you know it, you're friends with us all And you're Cdancing Faround and around in theF hall.
F Am’ F Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To Cplay the piano, so you Fgotta keep Fquiet. Am’ F To hear all this fun you would not realize That the Ccopper-boss thuFg-men are milling outsFide.
F Am’ F The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door
OneC of them yelled and he screamed, &Fquot;There'Fs a fire!" Am’ F A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing! Keep on Cwith your Fparty, there's no such a thFing."
F Am’ F A few people rushed, and it was only a few
&quCot;It's only the thugs and the sFcabs foolFing you." Am’ F A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down But the Cthugs held theF door and they could not getF out.
F Am’ F And then others followed, a hundred or more
ButC most everybody Fremained on the flFoor. Am’ F The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke, While the Cchildren wereF smothered on the stair by theF door.
F Am’ F Such a terrible sight I never did see
We Ccarried our children back Fup to theirF tree. Am’ F The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the Cchildren that Fdied there were seventy-Fthree.
F Am’ F The piano played a slow funeral tune
AndC the town was lit up by a Fcold Christmas Fmoon, Am’ F The parents they cried and the miners they moaned, "C;See what Fyour greed for moneyF has done."
-Tabbed by Ryon Castro Comments or suggestions, e-mail to depthcharge6000@hotmail.com Go easy on me; first tab.