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, baby (Fade)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
