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