Come all of you good workers, good news to you I′ll tell

How that good old union is coming here to dwell

Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

My daddy was a miner, and I'm a miner′s son

I'll stick with the union till every battle's won

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?

Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me if you can

Will you be a lousy scab or will you be a man?

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?

Which side are you on? Which side are you on?