| Well I got off the train one evening in a little mining town
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| I started walking up the main street when the sun was going down
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| When I heard some voices singing, so I went to see what for
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| Might just be a birthday party, and it might be room for just one more
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| But it was miners and their families, they had left the mine that day
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| Walked out for safe conditions, on strike for decent pay
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| And they sang about their struggle, and their spirit never failed
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| Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale
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| Union miners stand together, heed no operator’s tale
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| Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale
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| Well all at once police came running, they came running everywhere
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| They broke up that miner’s meeting, and they carried everyone to jail
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| But the miners kept on singing and they sang the whole night through
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| When the sun rose in the morning I had learned that miners song
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| Now the judge he asked the police captain, What’s that red cat doin' here?
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| Get all the reds off the streets, sir, was your orders loud and clear
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| Now they turned me out of the jailhouse back door, but I wouldn’t leave my
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| miner friends
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| I jumped back to that jailhouse winder and I sang that miner songs again
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| Union miners stand together, heed no operator’s tale
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| Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale |