Oh, the farmer is the man
The farmer is the man
Lives on credit till the fall
Then they take him by the hand
And they lead him from the land
And the middle man’s the one
That gets it all

The state soldiers jumped us in a wire fence corners
They did not know we had these guns
And the redneck miners mowed down these troopers
You should have seen those poor boys run
We took some cement and walled that cave up
Where you killed these thirteen children inside
I said, God bless the Mine Workers’ Union
And then I hung my head and cried

Now some people say a man’s made out of mud
But a poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood, skin and bones
A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong