Proof that history does repeat itself, that the same battles need fighting, over and over again.
Good news to you I'll tell,
Of how the good old union
Has come in here to dwell.
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
My daddy was a miner
And I'm a miner's son.
I'll stick with the union
Til 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?
They say in Harlan County,
No neutrals are there there.
You'll either be a union man,
Or a thug for J.H. Claire.
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Oh, workers can you stand it?
Oh, tell me how you can.
Will you be a lowdown scab,
Or will you be a man?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Don't scab for the bosses,
Don't listen to their lies.
Us poor folk hasn't got a chance,
Unless we organize.
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
(later verse)
They say down in Hinds County,
No neutrals have we met.
You'll either be for Meredith,
Or a Tom for Ross Barnett.
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Florence Reece (except last verse)
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