Goodbar's post with chords copied to all verses. Verse 1 G It was early springtime when the strike was on C G They drove us miners out of doors C G Out from the houses that the company owned D7 G We moved into tents up at old Ludlow Verse 2 G I was worried bad about my children C G Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge C G Every once in a while a bullet would fly D7 G Kick up gravel under our feet Verse 2 G We were so afraid you'd kill our children C G Dug us a cave that was seven foot deep C G Carried our young ones and a pregnant women D7 G Down inside the cave to sleep Verse 3 G That very night you soldiers waited C G 'Till all us miners was a sleep C G You snuck around our little tent town D7 G Soaked our tents with your kerosene Verse 4 G You struck a match and the blaze it started C G You pulled the triggers of your Gatling guns C G I made a run for the children but the firewall stopped me D7 G Thirteen children died from your gun Verse 5 G I carried my blanket to a wire-fence corner C G Watched the fire 'till the blaze died down C G I helped some people drag their belongings D7 G While your bullets killed us all around Verse 6 G I never will forget the look on the faces C G Of the men and women on that awful day C G When we stood around to preach their funeral D7 G And lay the corpses of the dead away Verse 7 G We told the Colorado governor to phone the president C G Tell him call off his national guard C G But the national guard belonged to the governor D7 G So he didn't try so very hard Verse 8 G Our women from Trinidad they hauled some potatoes C G Up to Wallensburg in a little cart C G They sold their potatoes and brought some guns back D7 G And they put a gun in every hand Verse 9 G The state soldiers jumped us in the wire-fence corners C G Did not know that we had these guns C G And the redneck miners mowed down them troopers D7 G You should of seen them poor boys run Verse 10 G We took some cement and walled the cave up C G Where you killed these thirteen children inside C G I said, 'God bless the mine workers' union' D7 G And I hung my head and cried