It was early springtime when the strike was on
It drove us miners out of doors
Out from the houses that the company owned
We moved into tents up at old Ludlow

I was worried bad about my children
Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge
Every once in a while a bullet woud fly
Kick up gravel under my feet

We were so afraid you would kill our children
Dug us a cave that was seven foot deep
Carried our young ones and a pregnant woman
Down inside the cave to sleep

That very night you soldiers waited
`Til all us miners was asleep
You snucked around our little tent town
Soaked our tents with your kerosene

You struck a match and in blaze it started
You pulled the triggers of your gatling guns
I made a run for the children but the fire wall stopped me
Thirteen children died from your guns

I carried my blanket to a wire fence corner
Watched the fire `til the blaze died down
I helped some people drag their belongings
While your bullets killed us all around

I never will forget the look on the faces
Of the men and women that awful day
When we stood around to preach their funerals
And lay the corpse of the dead away

We told the Colorado governer to phone the president
Tell him to call off his national guard
But the national guard belong to the governer
So he didn`t try so very hard

Our women from Trinidad they hauled some potatoes
Up to Walensburg in a little cart
They sold their potatoes and brought some guns back
And put a gun in every hand

The state soldiers jumped us in the wire fence corners
Did not know that we have these guns
And the Red neck miners mowed down them troopers
You should have seen them poor boys run

We took some cement and walled the cave up
Where you killed these thirteen children inside
I said:"God bless the miner worker`s union"
Then I hung my head and cry