| Root hog and die, friend, root hog and die
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| Gotta get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Sacco and Vanzetti die at sundown tonight
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| So I’ve got to get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Train wheel can roll me, cushions can ride
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| Ships on the oceans, planes in the skies
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| Storms they can come, Lord, flood waters rise
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| But I’ve got to get to Boston, or two men’ll die
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| Root hog and die, friend, root hog and die
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| Gotta get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Sacco and Vanzetti die at sundown tonight
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| So I’ve got to get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Nicola Sacco, a shoe factory hand
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| Bartolomo Vanzetti, a trade union man
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| Judge Webster Thayer swore they’ll die
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| But I’ve got to get to Boston, 'fore sundown tonight
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| Root hog and die, friend, root hog and die
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| Gotta get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Sacco and Vanzetti die at sundown tonight
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| So I’ve got to get to Boston, root hog and die
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| I might walk around, an' I might roll or fly
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| Walkin' down this road shoulder, tears in my eyes
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| They never done a wrong in their lives
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| But Judge Webster Thayer says they must die
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| Root hog and die, friend, root hog and die
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| Gotta get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Sacco and Vanzetti die at sundown tonight
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| So I’ve got to get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Well, some come to Boston to see all the sights
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| Some come to Boston to drink and to fight
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| Sacco and Vanzetti told the workers «Organize!»
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| So Judge Webster Thayer says they must die
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| Root hog and die, friend, root hog and die
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| Gotta get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Sacco and Vanzetti die at sundown tonight
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| So I’ve got to get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Oh, Mr. Wagon Driver, please let me ride
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| That’s a nice-pacin' team that you got here all right
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| Did you ever hear such a thing in your life?
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| Judge Webster Thayer killin' two men tonight
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| Root hog and die, friend, root hog and die
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| Gotta get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Sacco and Vanzetti die at sundown tonight
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| So I’ve got to get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Hey, Mr. Engineer, lemme ride your train
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| Throw in your coal an' steam up your steam
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| If I can’t ride the shack, please lemme ride the blind
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| Got to get to Boston 'fore sundown tonight
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| Root hog and die, friend, root hog and die
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| Gotta get to Boston, root hog and die
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| Sacco and Vanzetti die at sundown tonight
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| So I’ve got to get to Boston, root hog and die |