Woody Guthrie - 1913 Massacre Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
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2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
1
1
1
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
11 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
 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 A BmA Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen To DCalumet, Michigan, in theG copper countrAy. BmA I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall Where theD miners are hGaving their big ChristmasA ball. A BmA I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs. SinDging and dancing is Gheard everyAwhere, BmA I will let you shake hands with the people you see And Dwatch the kids dGance round that big Christmas Atree. BmA You ask about work and you ask about pay; TheDy'll tell you that they make less than aG dollar a dAay, BmA Working the copper claims, risking their lives, So it's Dfun to spend GChristmas with children and wAives. A BmA There's talking and laughing and songs in the air, And Dthe spirit of Christmas is Gthere everyAwhere, BmA Before you know it, you're friends with us all And you're Ddancing Garound and around in theA hall. A BmA Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To Dplay the piano, so you Ggotta keep Aquiet. BmA To hear all this fun you would not realize That the Dcopper-boss thuGg-men are milling outsAide. A BmA The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door OneD of them yelled and he screamed, "GThere's a fAire!" BmA A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing! Keep on Dwith your Gparty, there's no such a thAing." A BmA A few people rushed, and it was only a few "ItD's only the thugs and the scabs Gfooling yAou." BmA A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down But the Dthugs held theG door and they could not getA out. A BmA And then others followed, a hundred or more ButD most everybody Gremained on the flAoor. BmA The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke, While the Dchildren wereG smothered on the stair by theA door. A BmA Such a terrible sight I never did see We Dcarried our children back Gup to theirA tree. BmA The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the Dchildren that Gdied there were seventy-Athree. A BmA The piano played a slow funeral tune AndD the town was lit up by a Gcold Christmas Amoon, BmA The parents they cried and the miners they moaned, "See Dwhat your Ggreed for money has Adone."

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