Letra de Reesor Crossing Tragedy
Just a little bit west of Kapuskasing Reesor Crossing, that's the name Farmers hauled, from out of the bushland Pulpwood for the mill-bound train20 farmers met that night To guard their pulp from a union strike Unaware this night would see A Reesor Crossing Tragedy A Reesor Crossing Tragedy"You'll never load that pile of lumber" Said the Union men, when they came Though they numbered about five hundred The 20 farmers took rifle aimWe've got to get our pulpwood out Before the muskeg, frost comes out And may God help us all to see No Reesor Crossing Tragedy No Reesor Crossing Tragedy"You'll never touch this pile of lumber" But they came, and tragically Three men died, that February night in the year of '63Eight more wounded, some beat up Tires slashed on the lumber trucks A night of death, and destiny The Reesor Crossing Tragedy The Reesor Crossing Tragedy"You'll never touch this pile of lumber" Seven words that spelled out pain For the widows and their children And their men who died in vainHow can anyone forget the bloodiest labor battle yet In all Canadian history? The Reesor Crossing Tragedy The Reesor Crossing TragedyJust a little bit west of Kapuskasing They erected a sculpture beside the tracks Of the bushman and his family Who live their lives behind the axeIt reminds us in the North Not to bring out tempers forth That there may never elsewhere be No Reesor Crossing Tragedy No Reesor Crossing Tragedy No Reesor Crossing Tragedy