Mrs. Clara Sullivan's Letter - Live

Dear Mister Editor, if you choose,
 Please send me a copy of the labor news;
 I've got a son in the infantry,
 And he'd be mighty glad to see
 That someone, somewhere, now and then,
 Thinks about the lives of the mining men,
 In Perry County.
 In Perry County and thereabout
 We miners simply had to go out.
 It was long hours, substandard pay,
 Then they took our contract away.
 Fourteen months is a mighty long time
 To face the goons on the picket line
 In Perry County.
 I'm twenty-six years a miner's wife,
 There's nothing harder than a miner's life,
 But there's no better man than a mining man,
 Couldn't find better in all this land.
 The deal they get is a rotten deal,
 Mountain greens and gravy meal,
 In Perry County.
 We live in barns that the rain comes in
 While operators live high as sin,
 Ride Cadillac cars and drink like a fool
 While our kids lack clothes to go to school
 Sheriff Combs he has it fine,
 He runs the law and owns a mine
 In Perry County.
 What operator would go dig coal
 For even fifty a day on the mine pay-roll!
 Why, after work my man comes in
 With his wet clothes frozen to his skin,
 Been digging coal so the world can run
 And operators can have their fun
 In Perry County.
 When folks sent money to the Hazard Press
 To help the strikers in distress,
 They gave that money, yours and mine,
 To the scabs who crossed the picket line,
 And the state militia and F.B.I.
 Just look on while miners die
 In Perry County.
 I believe the truth will out some day
 That we're fighting for jobs at decent pay.
 We're just tired of doing without,
 And that's what the strike is all about,
 And it helps to know that folks like you
 Are telling the story straight and true,
 About Perry County