Come all you good workers,
Good news to you I’ll tell
Of how the good old union
Has come in here to dwell.

CHORUS:
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?

My dady was a miner,
And I’m a miner’s son,
And I’ll stick with the union
‘Til every battle’s won.

CHORUS:
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.

CHORUS:
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?

CHORUS:
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!

CHORUS:
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?