They say in Harlan County
There are no neutrals there
You'll either be a union man
Or a thug for J.H.Blair
I'm a miner's daughter
And a miner bows to none
We'll be with you fellow workers
Till every battle's won
Which side are you on,boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on,boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on,boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on,boys?
Which side are you on?
Come all of you good workers
Good news to you I'll tell
Of how that good old union
Has come in here to dwell
Oh,workers can you stand it?
Oh,tell me how you can?
Will you be a lousy scab
Or will you be a man?