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It was early springtime that the strike was on |
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They moved us miners out of doors |
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Out from the houses that the company owned |
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We moved into tents at old |
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Ludlow I was worried bad about my children |
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Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge |
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Every once in a while a bullet would fly |
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Kick up gravel under my feet |
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We were so afraid they would kill our children |
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We dug us a cave that was seven foot deep |
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Carried our young ones and a pregnant woman |
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Down inside the cave to sleep |
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That very night you soldier waited |
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Until us miners were asleep |
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You snuck around our little tent town |
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Soaked our tents with your kerosene |
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You struck a match and the blaze it started |
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You pulled the triggers of your gatling guns |
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I made a run for the children but the fire wall stopped me |
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Thirteen children died from your guns |
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I carried my blanket to a wire fence corner |
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Watched the fire till the blaze died down |
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I helped some people grab their belongings |
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While your bullets killed us all around |
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I will never forget the looks on the faces |
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Of the men and women that awful day |
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When we stood around to preach their funerals |
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And lay the corpses of the dead away |
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We told the |
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Colorado governor to call the |
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President |
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Tell him to call off his |
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National Guard |
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But the National |
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Guard belong to the governor |
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So he didn't try so very hard |
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Our women from |
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Trinidad they hauled some potatoes |
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Up to Walsenburg in a little cart |
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They sold their potatoes and brought some guns back |
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And put a gun in every hand |
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The state soldiers jumped us in a wire fence corner |
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They did not know that we had these guns |
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And the red neck miners mowed down them troopers |
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You should have seen those poor boys run |
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We took some cement and walled that cave up |
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Where you killed those thirteen children inside |
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I said, "God bless the Mine Workers' Union" |
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And then I hung my head and cried |
