Ludlow Massacre - Woody Guthrie (伍迪·格思里)

Written by：Guthrie

It was early springtime when the strike was on

They drove us miners out of doors

Out from the houses that the company owned

We moved into tents up at old ludlow

I was worried bad about my children

Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge

Every once in a while a bullet would fly

Kick up gravel under my feet

We were so afraid you would kill our children

We dug us a cave that was seven foot deep

Carried our young ones and pregnant women

Down inside the cave to sleep

That very night your soldiers waited

Until all us miners were asleep

You snuck around our little tent town

Soaked our tents with your kerosene

You struck a match

And in the blaze that started

You pulled the triggers of your gatling guns

I made a run for the children

But the fire wall stopped me

Thirteen children died from your guns

I carried my blanket to a wire fence corner

Watched the fire till the blaze died down

I helped some people drag their belongings

While your bullets killed us all around

I never will forget the look on the faces

Of the men and women that awful day

When we stood around to preach their funerals

And lay the corpses of the dead away

We told the colorado governor to call the president

Tell him to call off his national guard

But the national guard belonged to the governor

So he didn't try so very hard

Our women from trinidad they hauled some potatoes

Up to walsenburg in a little cart

They sold their potatoes and brought some guns back

And they put a gun in every hand

The state soldiers jumped us in a wire fence corners

They did not know we had these guns

And the red neck miners mowed down these troopers

You should have seen those poor boys run

We took some cement and walled that cave up

Where you killed these thirteen children inside

I said god bless the mine workers' union

And then I hung my head and cried