Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Welcome To Heaven, artist - Woody Guthrie. Album song Ballads Of Sacco & Vanzetti, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
We Welcome To Heaven |
| We welcome to heaven Sacco and Vanzetti |
| Two men that have won the highest of seats |
| Come, let me show you the world that you’ve come through |
| It’s a funny old world, an' I’m sure you’ll admit |
| If you wear rags on earth, you’re a hobo |
| If you wear satin, they call you a thief |
| If you save money, they’ll call you a miser |
| If you spend money, you live on relief |
| If you work hard, of course, you are lowly |
| And if you’re a loafer, of course, you’re no good |
| If you stay sober, you’re known as a sissy |
| An' if you drink liquor, it goes to your head |
| If you are fat, they’ll call you a glutton |
| If you stay skinny, they’ll call you a runt |
| If you laugh, they’ll say you’re an idiot |
| An' if you cry, they’ll ask you to stop |
| If you chase women, they’ll call you a wolfer |
| If you don’t chase them, they’ll call you no good -- an' afraid |
| If you chase men, they’ll call you down-harden' (?) |
| An' if you don’t chase them, they’ll call you an old maid |
| If you eat your meat fried, they’ll tell you to boil it |
| Then, if you boil it, they’ll say it should broil |
| An' if you don’t eat meat, and eat only green things |
| They’ll ask you what’s wrong with the brain in your skull |
| Well, if you work for wages, you support the rich capitalist |
| And if you don’t work, you’re a lumpen to them |
| And if you play the gamble, of course, you’re a gambler |
| An' if you don’t gamble, you never do win |
| If you stay poor, nobody comes courting |
| If you get rich, well, you can’t find a mate |
| If you get married, you’re wrecking your happiness |
| And if you stay single, you walk to your grave |
| If you die in your cradle, it’s a sad misfortune |
| If you live to old age, well, it’s harder and worse |
| If you read the papers, you know it is many |
| That take their lives daily when they empty their purse |
| There’s traders, and trappers, and shippers, and hopers |
| Sacco and Vanzetti, in America’s fair lands |
| There’s hoppers, and croppers, and robbers, an' dopers |
| And millions of folks with just two empty hands |
| You come the straight road, Sacco and Vanzetti |
| You fought with the lord on his most private grounds |
| He hired his courts and his babblers against you |
| But I’m here to say you went up and not down |