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1913 Massacre (Remastered) - Bob Dylan
Lyrics by：W. Guthrie
Composed by：W. Guthrie
Take a trip with me in 1913
To Calumet Michigan in the copper country
I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
Where the miners
Are having their big Christmas ball
I'll take you indoor and up a high stair
There's singin' and dancin' it's heard everywhere
I'll let you shake hands with the people you see
And watch the kids dance round the big Christmas tree
There's singin' and dancin' and songs in the air
An' the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere
Before you know you're friends with us all
And you're dancin' around and around in the hall
You ask about work and you ask about pay
They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day
Just workin' the copper claims riskin' their lives
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives
A little girl sits by the Christmas tree lights
To play piano she gotta keep quiet
To hear all this fun you would not realize
That the copper-boss thug-men are millin' outside
The copper-thugs stuck their heads through 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's only a few
It's just the scabs and the thugs foolin' you
A man grabbed his daughter and he 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 scabs and the thugs they still laughed at their joke
And 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 and the thugs they still laughed at their spree
And the children that died there were seventy-three
The piano played a slow funeral tune
But the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon
The parents they weep and the miners they moan
See what your greed for money has done
