Well I got off the train one evening in a little mining town I started walking up the main street when the sun was going down When I heard some voices singing, so I went to see what for Might just be a birthday party, and it might be room for just one more But it was miners and their families, they had left the mine that day Walked out for safe conditions, on strike for decent pay And they sang about their struggle, and their spirit never failed Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale Union miners stand together, heed no operator's tale Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale Well all at once police came running, they came running everywhere They broke up that miner's meeting, and they carried everyone to jail But the miners kept on singing and they sang the whole night through When the sun rose in the morning I had learned that miners song Now the judge he asked the police captain, What's that red cat doin' here? Get all the reds off the streets, sir, was your orders loud and clear Now they turned me out of the jailhouse back door, but I wouldn't leave my miner friends I jumped back to that jailhouse winder and I sang that miner songs again Union miners stand together, heed no operator's tale Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale