Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ludlow , by - Houndmouth. Song from the album From the Hills Below the City, in the genre КантриRelease date: 02.06.2013
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Ludlow |
| Trouble would strike and the miners did the same |
| They balled up their fists and let their fingers point the blame |
| Some would work the docks down on by the River Thames |
| Where they spent all their money on various things |
| Where did all of the workmen go? |
| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby |
| Whoa, whoa whoa-whoa |
| Mr. Trinidad he gave the union all the goods |
| The union used those goods up just like you knew they would |
| Start up your militia and you take just what you want |
| Boy you sneak in through the back door and you shoot them in the front |
| Where did all of the workmen go? |
| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby |
| Whoa, whoa whoa-ho whoa |
| Bring it down the mountain, Zarathustra |
| Keep your thoughts to yourself |
| The folks 'round here won’t get used to |
| All those ideas on your shelf |
| Where did all of the workmen go? |
| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby |
| I said, where did all of the workmen go? |
| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby |
| Where did all of the workmen go? |
| Oh, they sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby |
| Where did all of the workmen go? |
| Sure ain’t down in Ludlow, baby |
| (Fade) |