The Molasses Disaster Song capo III copyright Wanda C. Metcalf 2011 Em G C Em Molasses in the wintertime proverbially moves slow. G Em C D Reality may differ, as the folks in Boston know. G Em Am D On January 15 in the year 1919, Em F# G Am B7 Em the North End was the setting of a most peculiar scene. Em G C Em At daybreak all was frozen, the wind was cold and raw. G Em C D But soon it warmed to 41, a January thaw. G Em Am D That might have been the trigger that caused the vat to blow. Em F# G Am B7 Em It may have gotten overfilled and now we'll never know. (chorus) G Em G Em The vat was never solid and the treacle trickled down. G Em C D To cover up the many leaks they had it painted brown. G Em C B7 Children caught the drippings and brought them home to eat. Em F# G Am C D Em Molasses ran into their pans, gooey, dark and sweet. Em G C Em At noon the vat began to bulge and groaned like something dying. G Em C D Suddenly the rivets popped and great steel plates went flying. G Em Am D Molasses gushed down streets and lanes at 30 mile per hour. Em F# G Am C D Em A sticky wall 15 feet tall moved buildings with its power. Em G C Em People screamed and fought to flee away from the disaster. G Em C D They ran but the molasses was moving even faster. G Em Am D They thrashed and struggled in the goo, trying to get unstuck. E F# G Am B7 Em But 21 when all was done had perished in the muck. Em G C Em Uncounted livery horses and carts demolished too. G Em C D It took out 6(?) warehouses, and a mail truck passing through G Em Am D It soaked the ground for blocks around and residents will tell E F# G Am B7 Em That on a sultry summer night there's still a lingering smell. Chorus