Lyrics Woody Guthrie – 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 come through
It’s a funny old world, as 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 call you a miser
If you spend money, you are on relief

If you work hard, they say you are lowly
If you’re a loafer, of course, you’re no good
If you stay sober, you’re known as a sissy
And if you drink liquor, it goes to your head

If you are fat, they will call you a glutton
If you stay skinny, they call you a runt
If you laugh, they’ll call you an idiot
And if you cry, they will ask you to stop

If you chase women, they call you a wolfer
If you don’t chase them, they call you afraid
If you chase men, they’ll call you downtrodden
If you don’t chase them, they’ll call you 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
If you don’t eat meat, and eat only green things
They’ll ask you what’s wrong with the brain in your skull

If you work for wages, you support the rich capitalist
If you don’t work, you’re a lumpen to them
If you play the gamble, of course, you’re a gambler
And if you don’t gamble, you never do win

If you stay poor, nobody comes courting
And if you get rich, you can’t find a mate

If you die in your cradle, it’s a sad misfortune
If you live to old age, it’s harder and worse
If you’ve read the papers, you know it is many
Who 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 and 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 ground
He hired his courts and his babblers against you
But, I’m here to say you went up and not down