Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Red Wine , by - Woody Guthrie. Song from the album Ballads Of Sacco & Vanzetti, in the genre Release date: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
Red Wine |
| Oh, pour me a drink of Italian red wine |
| Let me taste it and call back to mind |
| Once more in my thoughts, once more to my soul |
| This story as great, if not greater, than all |
| The AP news on June 24 th |
| Told about a Patrolman named Earl J. Vaugh |
| He stepped on a Main Street Trolley Car |
| To arrest Sacco and Vanzetti there |
| The article tell how Earl J. Vaugh |
| Is now retiring as officer of law |
| This cop goes down in my history |
| For arresting Sacco and Vanzetti that day |
| «Twas nineteen and twenty, the fifth of May |
| The cop and some buddies took these two men away |
| Off of the car and out and down |
| Down to the jail Brockton town |
| There’s been a killing and robbery |
| At Slater Morrill’s shoe factory |
| You two gents are carrying guns |
| And you dodged the draft when the war did come |
| Yes, oh yes, 'tis so, 'tis so |
| We made for the borders of Mexico |
| The rich man’s war we could not fight |
| So we crossed the border to keep out of sight |
| You men are known as radical sons |
| You must be killers, you both carry guns |
| I am a night watchman, my friend peddles fish |
| He carries his gun when he’s go lots of cash |
| Oh, pour me a glass of Germany’s beer |
| Russia’s hot vodka, strong and clear |
| Oh, pour me a glass of Palestine’s Hock |
| Or just a moonshiner’s bucket of Chock |
| Now, let me think, and let me see |
| How these two men were found guilty |
| How a hundred and sixty witnesses did pass by |
| And the ones that spoke for them was a hundred and five |
| Out of the rest, about fifty just guessed |
| And out of the five that were put to the test |
| Only the story of one held true |
| After a hundred and fifty-nine got through |
| And one this one, uncertain and afraid |
| She saw the carload of robbers, she said |
| And one year later, she remembered his face |
| After seeing this car for a second and a half |
| She told of his hand, his gun, his ears |
| She told of his shirt, and the cut of his hair |
| She remembered his eyes, his lips, his cheeks |
| And Eva Splaine’s tale sent these men to the chair |
| I was right here in Boston the night they died |
| I never seen such a sight in my life |
| I thought those crowds would pull down the town |
| I was hoping they’d do it and change things around |
| I hoped they’d pull Judge Thayer on down |
| From off of his bench and chase him around |
| I hoped they’d run him around the stump |
| And stick him with devils tails 'bout every jump |