I'm tired of working for nothing
And bad top that's ready to fall
If we can't dig this coal without danger
We ain't gonna dig it at all

And the wind blows hard up the holler
Through the trees with a whistling sound
But the sun's gonna shine in this old mine
Ain't no one can turn us around

If it weren't for the underground miner
Not a light in this country would burn
You'd think that they'd work with the union
But they fight us at every damn turn

And the wind blows hard up the holler
Through the trees with a whistling sound
But the sun's gonna shine in this old mine
Ain't no one can turn us around

The bosses drive Cadillacs and Lincolns
The minders drive Chevys and Fords
There ain't but three things you can trust in
The union, yourself and the Lord

And the wind blows hard up the holler
Through the trees with a whistling sound
But the sun's gonna shine in this old mine
Ain't no one can turn us around

I'm making my stand here at Brookside
And I'll use any tool I can find
You lock me up tight in your jailhouse
But you can't put a chain on my mind

And the wind blows hard up the holler
Through the trees with a whistling sound
But the sun's gonna shine in this old mine
Ain't no one can turn us around