Come, all 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, boys? Which side are you on? My daddy was a miner He's now in the air and sun He'll be with you fellow workers Until the battle's won 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. Claire 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 lousy scab Or will you be a man? Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on? Don't scab for the bosses Don't listen to their lies Poor folks ain't got a chance Unless they organize Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on?