| Say, there, did you hear the news?
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| Sacco worked at trimming shoes;
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| Vanzetti was a peddling man
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| Pushed his fish cart with his hands
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Sacco and Vanzetti are gone
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| Left me here to sing this song
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| Sacco was born across the sea
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| Somewhere over in Italy;
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| Vanzetti was born of parents fine
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| Drank the best Italian wine
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| Sacco sailed the sea one day
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| Landed up in Boston Bay;
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| Vanzetti sailed the ocean blue
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| Landed up in Boston, too
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Left me here to sing this song
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| Sacco’s wife three children had
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| Sacco was a family man;
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| Vanzetti was a dreaming man
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| His book was always in his hand
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| Sacco earned his bread and butter
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| Being the factory’s best shoe cutter;
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| Vanzetti spoke both day and night
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| Told the workers how to fight
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Left me here to sing this song
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| I’ll tell you if you ask me
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| 'Bout this payroll robbery;
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| Two clerks was killed by the shoe factory
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| On the street in South Braintree
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| Judge Thayer told his friends around
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| He would cut the radicals down;
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| «Anarchist bastards» was the name
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| Judge Thayer called these two good men
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| I’ll tell you the prosecutors' names
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| Katsman, Adams, Williams, Kane;
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| The judge and lawyers strutted down
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| They done more tricks than circus clowns
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Left me here to sing this song
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| Vanzetti docked in 1908;
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| He slept along the dirty streets
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| He told the workers «Organize»
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| And on the electric chair he dies
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| All you people ought to be like me
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| And work like Sacco and Vanzetti;
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| And every day find some ways to fight
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| On the union side for workers' rights
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| But I’ve got no time to tell this tale
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| The dicks and bulls are on my trail;
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| But I’ll remember these two good men
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| That died to show me how to live
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Left me here to sing this song
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| All you people in Suassos Lane
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| Sing this song and sing it plain
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| All you folks that’s coming along
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| Jump in with me, and sing this song
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Two good men a long time gone
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| Left me here to sing this song |