Woodrow Wilson Guthrie (Okemah, Oklahoma, 14 de julio de 1912 – Nueva York, 3 de octubre de 1967), conocido como Woody Guthrie, fue un prolífico e influyente músico folk estadounidense, gran identificación con la gente común, los pobres y los oprimidos, así como por su odio al fascismo y la explotación. su canción «This Land Is Your Land»inspirada en sus experiencias viajando por todos los Estados Unidos. En los últimos versos de la canción, Guthrie protestaba contra las desigualdades sociales.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
ABm’ A Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen DGA To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country. Bm’ A I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall DGA Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.
ABm’ A I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs. DGA Singing and dancing is heard everywhere, Bm’ A I will let you shake hands with the people you see DGA And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree.
Bm’ A You ask about work and you ask about pay; DGA They'll tell you that they make less than a dollar a day, Bm’ A Working the copper claims, risking their lives, DGA So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.
ABm’ A There's talking and laughing and songs in the air, DGA And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere, Bm’ A Before you know it, you're friends with us all DGA And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
ABm’ A Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights DGA To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet. Bm’ A To hear all this fun you would not realize DGA That the copper-boss thug-men are milling outside.
ABm’ A The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door DGA One of them yelled and he screamed, "There's a fire!" Bm’ A A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing! DGA Keep on with your party, there's no such a thing."
ABm’ A A few people rushed, and it was only a few DGA "It's only the thugs and the scabs fooling you." Bm’ A A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down DGA But the thugs held the door and they could not get out.
ABm’ A And then others followed, a hundred or more DGA But most everybody remained on the floor. Bm’ A The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke, DGA While the children were smothered on the stair by the door.
ABm’ A Such a terrible sight I never did see DGA We carried our children back up to their tree. Bm’ A The scabs outside still laughed at their spree DGA And the children that died there were seventy-three.
ABm’ A The piano played a slow funeral tune DGA And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon, Bm’ A The parents they cried and the miners they moaned, DGA "See what your greed for money has done."
-Tabbed by Ryon Castro
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