Listen to You Souls Of Boston song with lyrics from Woody Guthrie

You Souls Of Boston

Woody Guthrie6 Aug 2022

You Souls Of Boston Lyrics

You Souls Of Boston - Woody Guthrie (伍迪·格思里)

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

 

And they grabbed that money and rolled away

 

Sacco and Vanzetti got arrested then

 

On a trolley car by the plain clothed men

 

Carried down to 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 this 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

 

She swore Sacco was the bandit man

 

It was twenty or thirty or fifty more

 

Said Sacco was not in the robber's car

 

Judge Webster Thayer stuck by Eva Splaine

 

Said Sacco was the guilty man

 

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 the 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 the 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

 

Seven dark years come a-cripplin' past

 

Locked down in that mean old Charlestown jail

 

Then by an electric spark were killed

 

Old Boston City was a dark old town

 

That summer's night in August the switch went down

 

People they cried and marched and sung

 

 

Every tongue this world around

Popular Songs