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
Writer(s): William Zachary Appleby, Shane Alan Cody, Matthew Glen Myers, Katie Toupin
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