Trouble would strike and the miners did the same

They balled up their fists and let their fingers point the blame

Some would work the docks down on by the River Thames

Where they spent all their money on various things

Where did all of the workmen go?

Sure ain't down in Ludlow, baby

Whoa, whoa whoa-whoa

Mr. Trinidad he gave the union all the goods

The union used those goods up just like you knew they would

Start up your militia and you take just what you want

Boy you sneak in through the back door and you shoot them in the front

Where did all of the workmen go?

Sure ain't down in Ludlow, baby

Whoa, whoa whoa-ho whoa

Bring it down the mountain, Zarathustra

Keep your thoughts to yourself

The folks 'round here won't get used to

All those ideas on your shelf

Where did all of the workmen go?

Sure ain't down in Ludlow, baby

I said, where did all of the workmen go?

Sure ain't down in Ludlow, baby

Where did all of the workmen go?

Oh, they sure ain't down in Ludlow, baby

Where did all of the workmen go?

Sure ain't down in Ludlow, bab