Oh, say there, did you here the news?
Sacco worked at trimming shoes,
Vanzetti was a travelling man, pushed his cart round with his hand.
Two good men s a long time gone, Sacco and Vanzetti are gone,
Two good men s a long time gone, they left me here to sing this song.
Sacco was born across the sea, somewhere over in Italy,
Vanzetti born of parents fine, drank the best Italian wine.
Sacco sailed the sea one day, landed up in the Boston bay,
Vanzetti sailed the ocean blue, ended up in Boston, too.
Two good men s a long time gone, Sacco and Vanzetti are gone,
Two good men s a long time gone, they left me here to sing this song.
Sacco was a family man, Sacco s wife three children had,
Vanzetti was a dreaming man, his books were always in his hand.
Sacco made his bread and butter being the factory s best shoe cutter,
Vanzetti worked both day and night, showed the people how to fight.
Two good men s a long time gone, Sacco and Vanzetti are gone,
Two good men s a long time gone, they left me here to sing this song.
I ll tell you if you ask me about this pay-roll robbery,
two clerks were shot in the shoe factory on the streets of old Braintree.
I ll tell you the prosecutors names: Katman, Admans, Williams, Kane,
them and the judge were the best of friends,
did more tricks than circus clowns.
The judge he told his friends around, he d put them rebels down,
?Communist bastards" was the name,
the judge he gave these two fine men.
Two good men s a long time gone, Sacco and Vanzetti are gone,
Two good men s a long time gone, they left me here to sing this song.
I ain t got time to tell the tales,
because the branch and the bulls are on my tail.
I won t forget these men who died to show us people how to live.
All you people in Window Lane, sing this song and sing it plain,
everybody here tonight, sing this song, we ll get it right.
Two good men s a long time gone, Sacco and Vanzetti are gone,
Two good men s a long time gone, they left me here to sing this song.
