Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears...
Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears.
Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills...lie exposed to the elements so fierce...
Hold out just one more day...say the same tomorrow...say the same tomorrow.
For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow.
Living and dying union men.
Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don't back down.
Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep.
Fight for what is right till they meet your demands...in b***** Harlan...lives laid down for the union.
Scarlet red around your neck.
Black lungs and broken backs in b***** Harlan, in b***** Harlan...in b***** Harlan.
The years go on and the mountains crumble.
The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land.
From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all...
Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears.
Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills...lie exposed to the elements so fierce...
Hold out just one more day...say the same tomorrow...say the same tomorrow.
For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow.
Living and dying union men.
Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don't back down.
Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep.
Fight for what is right till they meet your demands...in b***** Harlan...lives laid down for the union.
Scarlet red around your neck.
Black lungs and broken backs in b***** Harlan, in b***** Harlan...in b***** Harlan.
The years go on and the mountains crumble.
The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land.
From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all...