Johnny Mitchell's Train

I'm an honest union laboring man, and I'll have you understand,
I'll tell you just the reason why I left the mining land.
It was a Baer and Morgan done it, and for it they'll repent,
For we don't intend to work a tap till we get the ten percent.

Chorus:
There's no use for Mr. Durkin in the coal mine to be working.
We were a little hazy but no longer we're in pain,
So what's the use of kicking when the top and bottom's sticking.
I'll pack my grip and take a trip on Johnny Mitchell's train.

I struck a place called Colesville, that flourishing iron town,
Where politics was very strong and candidates swarmed around.
I was invited to a party, he says "What do you go Dan?"
Says I, "I'll tell you prop and plain, I'm a Johnny Mitchell man."

When I landed in New York City, a friend of course did meet,
I asked him if he'd show me the place they call Wall Street.
I met several operators assembled in a mob,
Along with Morgan's president, I think they call him Schwab.

The small operators they were pleading and they wanted to give in,
And recognize the union, but Baer says that's too thin,
So it broke up in a wrangle with Baer nearly insane,
So I took a side door Pullman car on Johnny Mitchell's train.

So I'll bid you all adieu now, let you bid me the same,
The strike is nearly over and with joy I'm near insane.  
Here's a health to the union, which is very strong they say, 
Likewise to the conductor on Johnny Mitchell's train.