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