Come all of you good workers,
good news to you I´ll tell
of how the good old union
has come in here to dwell.
My daddy was a miner
and I´m a miner´s son
and I´ll stick with the union
´till 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.
