driven from company house and store
damned script won’t buy anything elsewhere
hungry mouths I’m supposed to feed
yawn at me with hollow eyes  

damned script won’t buy anything elsewhere
Sheriff’s deputies lean on shotguns and
yawn at me with hollow eyes
“Which side are you on, Boys?”  

Sheriff’s deputies lean on shotguns and
no one goes to the mines today
“Which Side are You on, Boys?”
eight hour day with decent pay, or  

no one goes to the mines today
cave-ins and bullet holes
eight hour day with decent pay or
mark the mountains with blood  

cave-ins and bullet holes
carry The Union into these hills
Mark the Mountains with blood!
either way, we’re dead men  

carry The Union into these hills
is it worth dying for
either way, we’re dead men
swinging a pickaxe well into their rock  

is it worth dying for,
driven from company house and store,
swinging a pickaxe well into their rock –  

hungry mouths I’m supposed to feed?