| Oh say there, did you here the news? |
| Sacco worked at trimming shoes
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| Vanzetti was a travelling man, pushed his cart round with his hand
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| Sacco and Vanzetti are gone
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| They left me here to sing this song
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| Sacco was born across the sea, somewhere over in Italy
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| Vanzetti born of parents fine, drank the best Italian wine
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| Sacco sailed the sea one day, landed over in the Boston bay
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| Vanzetti sailed the ocean blue, landed up in Boston too
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| Sacco and Vanzetti are gone
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| They left me here to sing this song
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| Sacco was a family man, Sacco’s wife three children had
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| Vanzetti was a dreaming man, his books were always in his hand
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| Sacco made his bread and butter being the factory’s best shoe cutter
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| Vanzetti worked both day and night, showed the workers how to fight
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| Sacco and Vanzetti are gone
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| They left me here to sing this song
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| I’ll tell you if you ask me about the pay-roll robbery
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| Two clerks were shot in the shoe factory down the streets of old Braintree
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| I’ll tell you the prosecutors' names: Katman, Admans, Williams, Kane
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| Them and the judge were the best of friends. |
| Did more tricks than circus clowns
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| The judge he told his friends around. |
| He’d put them rebels down
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| Communist bastards was the name the judge he gave these two fine men
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| Sacco and Vanzetti are gone
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| They left me here to sing this song
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| Vanzetti docked in '98. |
| Slept along a dirty street
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| Showed the people how to organize. |
| Now in the electric chair he dies
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| All us people ought to be like Sacco and Vanzetti
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| Every day find ways to fight on the union side for the workers' right
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| Sacco and Vanzetti are gone
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| They left me here to sing this song
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| I ain’t got time to tell the tales because the branch and the bulls are on my
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| tail
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| I won’t forget these men who died to show us people how to live
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| All you people in window lane sing this song and sing it plain
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| Everybody here tonight singing this song we’ll get it right
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| Sacco and Vanzetti are gone
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| Two good men’s a long time gone. |
| They left me here to sing this song |