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