| Trouble would strike and the miners did the same
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| They balled up their fists and let their fingers point the blame
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| Some would work the docks down on by the River Thames
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| Where they spent all their money on various things
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| Where did all of the workmen go?
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| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby
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| Whoa, whoa whoa-whoa
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| Mr. Trinidad he gave the union all the goods
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| The union used those goods up just like you knew they would
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| Start up your militia and you take just what you want
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| Boy you sneak in through the back door and you shoot them in the front
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| Where did all of the workmen go?
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| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby
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| Whoa, whoa whoa-ho whoa
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| Bring it down the mountain, Zarathustra
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| Keep your thoughts to yourself
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| The folks 'round here won’t get used to
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| All those ideas on your shelf
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| Where did all of the workmen go?
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| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby
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| I said, where did all of the workmen go?
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| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby
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| Where did all of the workmen go?
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| Oh, they sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby
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| Where did all of the workmen go?
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| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby
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| (Fade) |