1913 Massacreによるコード
Theo Hakola
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Intro 1

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Take a trip with me in 1913
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To Cullinan, Michigan,
in the Copper Country
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I'll take you to a place
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called the Italian Mall
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Where miners are having
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their big Christmas ball
I'll take you to a door
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and up a flight of stairs
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Singing and dancing are there everywhere
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I'll let you shake hands
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with the people you see
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And watch the kids dance
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around the big Christmas tree
You ask about work and you
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ask about pay
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They'll tell you they make
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only a dollar a day
Workin' the copper planes
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and riskin' their lives
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So it's fun to spend Christmas
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with children and  wives
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The copper balls spurned,
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stuck their heads in the door
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One of them yelled, look out, there's a fire
A lady, she hollered,
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there's no such thing
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Get on with your party,
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there's no such thing
A few people rushed,
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but it was only a few
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It's just the thugs and scabs fooling you
A man grabbed his daughter
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and he carried her down
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But the thugs held the door
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and he couldn't get out
And then others followed
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up a little more
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But most everybody remained on the floor
The gun thugs,
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they laughed at their murderous joke
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While the children were smothered
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in the stairs by the door
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Such a terrible sight, I  never did see
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We carried the children
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back up to their tree
The scraps outside were
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laughing at their spree
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And the children that died
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there were seventy -three
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The jungle played a slow funeral tune
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While the town was lit up
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by a cold Christmas moon
The parents they cried
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and the binders they moaned
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See what your grief only has done
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Keep forward