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Woody Guthrie

"Red Wine" (karaoke)

"Red Wine" (sheet music)


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 to 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

To arrest Sacco and Vanzetti there.

 

The article tells how Earl J. Vaugh

Is now retiring as officer of law.

This cop goes down in my history

For arresting Sacco and Vanzetti that day.

 

'Twas Nineteen and Twenty, the Fifth of May.

The cop and some buddies took these two away,

Off of the car and out and down,

Down to the jail in Brockton town.

 

There's been a killing and robbery

At Slater Morrill's shoe factory.

You two gents are carrying guns,

And you dodged the draft when the war did come.

 

Yes, oh, yes, '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 am a night watchman; my friend peddles fish.

He carries his gun when he's got lots of cash.

 

Oh, pour me a glass of Germany's beer,

Russia's hot vodka, strong and clear;

Oh, 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 did pass by

And the ones that spoke for them were a hundred and five.

 

Out of the rest, about fifty just guessed;

And out of the five that were 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.

And one year later, she remembered his face,

After seeing this car for a second and a half.

 

She told of his hand, his gun, his ears;

She told of his shirt and the cut of his hair;

She remembered his eyes, his lips, his cheeks;

And Eva Splaine's tale sent these men to the chair.

 

I was right there in Boston the night they died.

I never seen such a sight in my life.

I thought those crowds would pull down the town.

I was hoping they'd do it and change things around.

 

I hoped they pulled Judge Thayer on down

From off of his bench and chase him around.

I hoped they'd run him around the stump

And stick him with devil's tails 'bout every jump.

 

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 to my soul

This story as great if not greater than all.


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