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 BmÂ’ A
Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
D G A
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
BmÂ’ A
I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
D G A
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.
A BmÂ’ A
I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs.
D G A
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
BmÂ’ A
I will let you shake hands with the people you see
D G A
And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree.
BmÂ’ A
You ask about work and you ask about pay;
D G A
They'll tell you that they make less than a dollar a day,
BmÂ’ A
Working the copper claims, risking their lives,
D G A
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.
A BmÂ’ A
There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,
D G A
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
BmÂ’ A
Before you know it, you're friends with us all
D G A
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
A BmÂ’ A
Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
D G A
To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet.
BmÂ’ A
To hear all this fun you would not realize
D G A
That the copper-boss thug-men are milling outside.
A BmÂ’ A
The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door
D G A
One of them yelled and he screamed, "There's a fire!"
BmÂ’ A
A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing!
D G A
Keep on with your party, there's no such a thing."
A BmÂ’ A
A few people rushed, and it was only a few
D G A
"It's only the thugs and the scabs fooling you."
BmÂ’ A
A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down
D G A
But the thugs held the door and they could not get out.
A BmÂ’ A
And then others followed, a hundred or more
D G A
But most everybody remained on the floor.
BmÂ’ A
The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,
D G A
While the children were smothered on the stair by the door.
A BmÂ’ A
Such a terrible sight I never did see
D G A
We carried our children back up to their tree.
BmÂ’ A
The scabs outside still laughed at their spree
D G A
And the children that died there were seventy-three.
A BmÂ’ A
The piano played a slow funeral tune
D G A
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
BmÂ’ A
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
D G A
"See what your greed for money has done."
-Tabbed by Ryon Castro
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