We Welcome To Heaven - Woody Guthrie

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