Nov 05, 2006 18:54
Come all you good workers,
Good news to you I'll tell
Of how the good old union
Is commin’ here to dwell
My daddy was a miner,
He’s now in the air and sun,
Stick with him brother miners
Until this battles 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.
Don't scab for the bosses,
Don't listen to their lies.
Us poor folks haven't got a chance
Unless we organize.
Oh workers can you stand it,
Oh tell me if you can,
Will you be a lousy scab,
Or will you be a man?
The bosses have divided us,
Lied to us all along,
The only way to beat them,
Is one big union strong.
So shoulder to shoulder
In Union we shall stand
We’ll beat the scabs and bosses,
So come and lend a hand.