It was early springtime when the strike was on
They drove us miners out of doors
Out from the houses that the Company owned
We moved into tents up at old Ludlow

I was worried bad about my children
Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge
Every once in a while a bullet would fly
Kick up gravel under my feet

We were so afraid you would kill our children
We dug us a cave that was seven foot deep
Carried our young ones and pregnant women
Down inside the cave to sleep

That very night your soldiers waited
Until all us miners were asleep
You snuck around our little tent town
Soaked our tents with your kerosene

You struck a match and in the blaze that started
You pulled the triggers of your gatling guns
I made a run for the children but the fire wall stopped me
Thirteen children died from your guns

I carried my blanket to a wire fence corner
Watched the fire till the blaze died down
I helped some people drag their belongings
While your bullets killed us all around