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Woody Guthrie
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You Souls Of Boston
Lyricist:Guthrie Woody
You souls of Boston bow your heads Our two most noble sons are dead Sacco and Vanzetti both have died And drifted out with the Boston tide
'Twas on the outskirts of this town Some bandits shot two pay clerks down On old Pearl Street in South Braintree They grabbed that money and rolled away
Sacco and Vanzetti got arrested then On a trolley car by the plainclothesmen Carried down to the Brockton jail And laid away in a lonesome cell
The folks in Plymouth town did say Vanzetti sold fish in Suassos Lane His fish cart was thirty two miles away From old Pearl Street this fatal day
Sacco's family hugged and kissed their dad Said 'Take this family picture to the passport man' He was in that office forty-odd miles away From old Pearl Street his fatal day
One lady by the name of Eva Splaine Saw the robbers jump in their car and drive away For a second and a half she seen this speeding car And she swore Sacco was the bandit man
It was twenty or thirty or fifty more Said Sacco was not in that robbers' car Judge Webster Thayer stuck by Eva Splaine Said Sacco was their guilty man
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Mrs Sacco was heavy then with child She walked to Sacco's cell and cried The Morelli Gang just down the corridor Signed confessions they killed those payroll guards
'We seen Mrs. Sacco pregnant there We heard her cry and tear her hair We had to ease our guilty hearts And admit we killed those payroll guards'
Judge Webster Thayer could not allow The Morelli Gang's confession to stop him now Sacco and Vanzetti are union men And that verdict guilty must come in
The bullet expert took the stand Said the bullets from the bodies of the two dead men Could not have been fired from Sacco's gun Nor from Vanzetti's gun have come
It was sixty-three days this trial did last Then seven dark years come a crippling past Locked down in that mean old Charlestown Jail Then by an electric spark were killed
Old Boston City was a dark old town This summer's night in June, the switch went down The people they cried and marched and sung In every tongue this world around
You souls of Boston, bow your heads Our two most noble sons are dead Where the people's army marches now to fight Sacco and Vanzetti will give us light
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