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PUBLISHER'S CONTACTS:

TRO-Essex Music Group
Attn: Christina Sayles
266 West 37th Street, 17th Floor
New York, NY 10018-6609
T: 212-594-9795 x24
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Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
(Administered by BMG Chrysalis)
Attn: Gregg Barron
6100 Wilshire Boulevard, Suite #1600,
Los Angeles, CA 90048
T: (323) 969-0988
E: info.us@bmgchrysalis.com
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Sanga Music Group
(Administered by Bicycle Music)
449 South Beverly Drive, Suite 300
Beverly Hills, CA 90212 
T: 310-286-6600
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Michael Goldsen Music, Inc.
6124 Selma Avenue
Hollywood, CA 90068


MCA Music Publishing
c/o Universal Music, Inc
2440 Sepulveda Boulevard, #100
Los Angeles, CA 90064


 

 

Waiting at the Gate
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

Tell the miners' kids and wives,
There's a blast in the number five. 
And the families I see standing at the gate.
The inspector years ago said number five's a deadly hole,
And the men most likely won't come out alive.

Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
Smoke and fire just boil and roll from that dark and deadly hole,
While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.

The inspector told the boss, it was more than a year ago,
You're risking these men's lives in number five.
That hole's full of fumes and dust, full of high explosive gas,
But the boss said we'll just have to take the chance.

Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
Smoke and fire just boil and roll from that dark and deadly hole,
While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.

Well, the men in the number five kissed their wives and kids goodbye,
And then they walk with their lunch kits up the hill.
Everybody told the owner that this deadly day would come,
But he said we had to work to pay our bills.

Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
Smoke and fire just roll and boil from that dark and deadly hole,
While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.

Well, I try to get a look of a face I ought to know,
As the men are carried out, wrapped up in sheets.
I can hear the church bells ringing for the hundred and eleven dead,
I can hear the families weeping in the streets.

Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
Smoke and fire just roll and boil from that dark and deadly hole,
While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.

This explosion struck on Wednesday, 
and I stood by the gate till Saturday, 
'Til they laid my daddy out with the other men.
In the pocket of his shirt, I found a little note he wrote:
"Never go down in a dangerous mine again."

Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
Smoke and fire just roll and boil from that dark and deadly hole,
While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.

 


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