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• Artiste: John McCutcheon
• Titre: Ludlow Massacre
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It was the early spring and the strike was on They run us miners out of doors Out from the houses that the company owned We set up tents down at old Ludlow I was worried bad about my children Soldiers guarding from the railroad bridge Every once in a while bullets would fly Kicking up gravel underneath our feet We were so afraid they'd kill our children We dug a cave about seven foot deep We carried the young ones and a pregnant woman Down into that cave to keep That very night the soldiers waited Until us miners was fast asleep They crept into our little tent town And they soaked our tents with kerosene Then they struck a match and the blaze it started And the roar of the gattling gun I made a run for the children but a fire wall stopped me Thirteen children died from their guns I'll never forget the look on the faces Of the men and the women that awful day As we stood around for to preach their funerals And lay the corpses of the dead away Then we took some cement and we walled that cave up Where those thirteen children died And I said, "God bless the mine workers' union," Then I hung my head and cried