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