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Lost Alamos: Music

Thirteen

(Lost Alamos)
© Brian Daniell 2007 ASCAP


An old-school union hall rouser in the style and sentiment of Pete Seeger. We always introduce it as "a happy folk-tune about mine disasters and drownings at sea--just the thing to make your beer go down better."


1. 1300 feet below the altar built of coal
Timbers groan and the earth begins to heave
As the black dust fills the air, the men just stop and stare
At their lamps for there is no way to leave

Refrain 

13 men they couldn’t save, 13 widows, 13 graves
13 stories to paint their little town
And it’s your story, too, for ain’t they just like you?
Caught in the middle and their treasure not yet found 

2.  1300 miles at sea fishin’ far out from the lee
Maybe two more tons to get down in the hold
And the wind begins to moan and the deck begins to heave
Oh, mother, that deep blue sea is cold

Refrain

13 men beneath the waves, 13 widows, 13 graves 
13 stories to paint their little town
And it’s your story, too, for ain’t they just like you?
Caught in the middle and their treasure not yet found 

Chorus

Would you stand with the union to save a single man?
Or would you take their labor like it’s in God’s plan?
If you turn your back away will you ever sleep at night?
Will you stand with your sisters, will you stand for human rights?
Will you stand with your brothers, will you stand for human rights?

Refrain (a capella)

13 men they couldn’t save, 13 widows, 13 graves
13 stories to paint their little town
And it’s your story, too, for ain’t they just like you?
Caught in the middle and their treasure not yet found 
Caught in the middle and their treasure not yet found
Caught in the middle and their treasure not yet found

(a capella)

13 men they couldn’t save, 13 widows, 13 graves