Red Wine
(专辑: Ballads Of Sacco & Vanzetti - 1960)
Oh, pour me a
drink of Italian red wine And let me taste it and call back to mind Once more in my thoughts, and once more in my soul This story as great, if not greater, than all The
AP news on June 24th Told about a
patrolman named Earl J. Vaugh He stepped on a
Main Street trolley car And arrested Sacco and Vanzetti there The
article tells how Earl J. Vaugh Is now retiring as an officer of law This cop goes down in my history For arresting Sacco and Vanzetti that day It was 1920, the
5th of May The
cop and some buddies took these men away Off of the
car and out and down And down to the
jail in Brockton town "There's been a
killing and a
robbery At the
Slater Morrill shoe factory You two gents are carrying guns And you dodged the
draft when the
war did come" "Yes, 'tis so, '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'm a
night watchman, my friend peddles fish And he carries his gun when he's got lots of cash" Oh, pour me a
glass of Germany's beer Russia's hot vodka, so strong and clear 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 passed by And the
ones spoke for them was a
hundred and five Out of the
rest, about fifty just guessed Out of the
five that was put to the
test Only the
story of one held true After a
hundred and fifty nine got through And on this one, uncertain and afraid She saw the
carload of robbers, she said One year later, she remembered his face After seeing his car for a
second and a
half She told of his hand, an' his gun, an' his ears She told of his shirt, an' the
cut of his hair Remembered his eyes, an' his lips, an' his cheeks And Eva Splaine's tale sent these men to the
chair I
was right there in Boston the
night that they died I
never did see such sight in my life I
thought the
crowds would pull down the
town An' 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 they'd chase him around Hoped they'd run him around this stump And stick him with a
devil tails about ever' jump Wash this tequila down with gin An' a
double straight shot of your black Virgin rum My ale bubbled out an' my champagne is flat I
hear the
man coming, I'm grabbing my hat