{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":552338,"song":"Ludlow Massacre","artist":"Woody Guthrie","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/552338-ludlow-massacre-chords-by-woody-guthrie/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/552338?type=chord","rating":4.62299,"votes":10,"content":"I'm pretty sure this is right. It's fingerpicked, but here are the chords:\r\n\r\n[tab]             [ch]G[/ch]     \r\nIt was early springtime when the strike was on[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]C[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThey drove us miners out of doors[/tab]\r\n[tab]             [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch] \r\nOut from the houses that the company owned[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]D7[/ch]                 [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWe moved into tents up at old Ludlow[/tab]\r\n\r\nI was worried bad about my children\r\nSoldiers guarding the railroad bridge\r\nEvery once in a while a bullet would fly\r\nKick up gravel under our feet\r\n\r\nWe were so afraid you’d kill our children\r\nDug us a cave that was seven foot deep\r\nCarried our young ones and a pregnant women\r\nDown inside the cave to sleep\r\n\r\nThat very night you soldiers waited\r\n‘Till all us miners was a sleep\r\nYou snuck around our little tent town\r\nSoaked our tents with your kerosene\r\n\r\nYou struck a match and the blaze it started\r\nYou pulled the triggers of your Gatling guns\r\nI made a run for the children but the firewall stopped me\r\nThirteen children died from your gun\r\n\r\nI carried my blanket to a wire-fence corner\r\nWatched the fire ‘till the blaze died down\r\nI helped some people drag their belongings\r\nWhile your bullets killed us all around\r\n\r\nI never will forget the look on the faces\r\nOf the men and women on that awful day\r\nWhen we stood around to preach their funeral\r\nAnd lay the corpses of the dead away\r\n\r\nWe told the Colorado governor to phone the president\r\nTell him call off his national guard\r\nBut the national guard belonged to the governor\r\nSo he didn’t try so very hard\r\n\r\nOur women from Trinidad they hauled some potatoes\r\nUp to Wallensburg in a little cart\r\nThey sold their potatoes and brought some guns back\r\nAnd they put a gun in every hand\r\n\r\nThe state soldiers jumped us in the wire-fence corners\r\nDid not know that we had these guns\r\nAnd the redneck miners mowed down them troopers\r\nYou should of seen them poor boys run\r\n\r\nWe took some cement and walled the cave up\r\nWhere you killed these thirteen children inside\r\nI said, “God bless the mine workers’ union”\r\nAnd I hung my head and cried","plain_text":"I'm pretty sure this is right. It's fingerpicked, but here are the chords:\n\n\n\n\n\n\nI was worried bad about my children\nSoldiers guarding the railroad bridge\nEvery once in a while a bullet would fly\nKick up gravel under our feet\n\nWe were so afraid you’d kill our children\nDug us a cave that was seven foot deep\nCarried our young ones and a pregnant women\nDown inside the cave to sleep\n\nThat very night you soldiers waited\n‘Till all us miners was a sleep\nYou snuck around our little tent town\nSoaked our tents with your kerosene\n\nYou struck a match and the blaze it started\nYou pulled the triggers of your Gatling guns\nI made a run for the children but the firewall stopped me\nThirteen children died from your gun\n\nI carried my blanket to a wire-fence corner\nWatched the fire ‘till the blaze died down\nI helped some people drag their belongings\nWhile your bullets killed us all around\n\nI never will forget the look on the faces\nOf the men and women on that awful day\nWhen we stood around to preach their funeral\nAnd lay the corpses of the dead away\n\nWe told the Colorado governor to phone the president\nTell him call off his national guard\nBut the national guard belonged to the governor\nSo he didn’t try so very hard\n\nOur women from Trinidad they hauled some potatoes\nUp to Wallensburg in a little cart\nThey sold their potatoes and brought some guns back\nAnd they put a gun in every hand\n\nThe state soldiers jumped us in the wire-fence corners\nDid not know that we had these guns\nAnd the redneck miners mowed down them troopers\nYou should of seen them poor boys run\n\nWe took some cement and walled the cave up\nWhere you killed these thirteen children inside\nI said, “God bless the mine workers’ union”\nAnd I hung my head and cried","chords":["G","C","D7"],"chord_diagrams":{"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,2,1,3],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,1,2]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}