1913 Massacre chords by Joel Rafael

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Verse 1
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Take a trip with me in 1913,
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To Calumet, Michigan,
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in the copper country.
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I will take you to a place called Italian Hall,
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Where the miners are having
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their big Christmas ball.

Verse 2
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I will take you in a door and
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up a high stairs,
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Singing and dancing is
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heard everywhere,
I will let you shake hands
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with the people you see,
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And watch the kids dance around
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the big Christmas tree.

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Verse 3
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You ask about work and you
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ask about pay,
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They'll tell you they make less
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than a dollar a day,
Working the copper claims,
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risking their lives,
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So it's fun to spend Christmas
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with children and wives.

Verse 4
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There's talking and laughing
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and songs in the air,
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And the spirit of Christmas is
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there everywhere,
Before you know it
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you're friends with us all,
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And you're dancing around
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and around in the hall.

Verse 5
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Well a little girl sits down by the
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Christmas tree lights,
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To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear all this fun you
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would not realize,
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That the copper boss' thug
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men are milling outside.
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Verse 6
The copper boss' thugs stuck
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their heads in the door,
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One of them yelled and he screamed,
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"there's a fire,"
A lady she hollered,
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"there's no such a thing.
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Keep on with your party,
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there's no such thing."

Verse 7
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A few people rushed and  it was only a few,
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"It's just the thugs and the
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scabs fooling you,"
A man grabbed his daughter
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and carried her down,
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But the thugs held the door
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and he could not get out.

Verse 8
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And then others followed,
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a hundred or more,
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But most everybody remained on the floor,
The gun thugs they laughed at
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their murderous joke,
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While the children were smothered
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on the stairs by the door.

Verse 9
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Such a terrible sight I  never did see,
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We carried our children
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back up to their tree,
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The scabs outside still laughed
at their spree,
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And the children that died there
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were seventy- three.

Verse 10
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The piano played a slow funeral tune,
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And the town was lit up by
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a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the
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miners they moaned,
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"See what your greed for money has done."