| A short life of trouble in a dark and dusty mine
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| Has been my occupation, now I walk the picket line
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| I was down in bloody Harlan when they tried to organize
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| The miners faced starvation, you could see it in their eyes
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| The company hired the gun thugs, many miners died it’s said
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| They’d come to kill the Union but they lost their lives instead
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| Which side are you on boys, which side are you on?
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| You’re either for the rich man or the Union standing strong
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| I came to New York City in the year of ‘43
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| We were fighting Hitler’s armies in the war across the sea
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| But they would not hire a miner to do a workman’s job
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| At fifteen cents an hour, your pockets they will rob
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| And it’s which side are you on boys, which side are you on?
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| You’re either for the rich man or the Union standing strong
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| I’ll never trust a rich man as long as I draw breath
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| To keep his marble mansion he’ll starve your child to death
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| And when my life is over, don’t mourn my passing long
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| Organize resistance and keep the Union strong
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| So here’s to every miner who dared to take a stand
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| Who lived to feed his family and died a Union man |