Come all you good workers, Good news to you I’ll tell Of how the good old union Has come in here to dwell.
CHORUS:
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.