Come all you good workers, Good news to you I’ll tell Of how the good old union Has come in here to dwell.
Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on?
My dady was a miner, And I’m a miner’s son, And I’ll stick with the union ‘Til every battle’s won.
They say in Harlan County There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man Or a thug for J. H. Blair.
Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can? Will you be a lousy scab Or will you be a man?
Don’t scab for the bosses, Don’t listen to their lies. Us poor folks haven’t got a chance Unless we organize.