Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
We welcome to heaven Sacco and Vanzetti
Two men that have won the highest of seats
Come, let me show you the world that you've come through
It's a funny old world, an' I'm sure you'll admit
If you wear rags on earth, you're a hobo
If you wear satin, they call you a thief
If you save money, they'll call you a miser
If you spend money, you live on relief
If you work hard, of course, you are lowly
And if you're a loafer, of course, you're no good
If you stay sober, you're known as a sissy
An' if you drink liquor, it goes to your head
If you are fat, they'll call you a glutton
If you stay skinny, they'll call you a runt
If you laugh, they'll say you're an idiot
An' if you cry, they'll ask you to stop
If you chase women, they'll call you a wolfer
If you don't chase them, they'll call you no good -- an' afraid
If you chase men, they'll call you down-harden' (?)
An' if you don't chase them, they'll call you an old maid
If you eat your meat fried, they'll tell you to boil it
Then, if you boil it, they'll say it should broil
An' if you don't eat meat, and eat only green things
They'll ask you what's wrong with the brain in your skull
Well, if you work for wages, you support the rich capitalist
And if you don't work, you're a lumpen to them
And if you play the gamble, of course, you're a gambler
An' if you don't gamble, you never do win
If you stay poor, nobody comes courting
If you get rich, well, you can't find a mate
If you get married, you're wrecking your happiness
And if you stay single, you walk to your grave
If you die in your cradle, it's a sad misfortune
If you live to old age, well, it's harder and worse
If you read the papers, you know it is many
That take their lives daily when they empty their purse
There's traders, and trappers, and shippers, and hopers
Sacco and Vanzetti, in America's fair lands
There's hoppers, and croppers, and robbers, an' dopers
And millions of folks with just two empty hands
You come the straight road, Sacco and Vanzetti
You fought with the lord on his most private grounds
He hired his courts and his babblers against you
But I'm here to say you went up and not down