Listen to 1913 Massacre song with lyrics from Ramblin' Jack Elliott

1913 Massacre

Ramblin' Jack Elliott22 Mar 2019

1913 Massacre Lyrics

 

1913 Massacre (1913年大屠杀) - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen

 

To Calumet Michigan in the copper country

 

I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall

 

And the miners are having their big Christmas ball

 

I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs

 

Singing and dancing is heard everywhere

 

I'll let you shake hands with the people you see

 

And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree

 

There's talking and laughing and songs in the air

 

And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere

Before you know it you're friends with us all

 

And you're dancing 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

 

Working their copper claims risking their lives

 

So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives

 

A little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights

 

To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet

 

To hear all this fun you would not realize

That the copper boss thug men are milling outside

 

The copper boss thugs stuck their heads in 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 a thing

 

A few people rushed and there's only a few

 

It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling 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 about a hundred or more

 

But most everybody remained on the floor

 

The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous 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 outside still laughed at their spree

 

And the children that died there was seventy-three

 

The piano played a slow funeral tune

 

And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon

 

The parents they cried and the men they moaned

 

 

See what your greed for money has done