Train wheels can roll me, cushions can ride
Ships on the ocean, planes in the skies
Storms they can come and floodwaters, rise
But I've got to get to Boston, root hog and die
Nicola Sacco, a shoe-factory hand
Bartolo Vanzetti, a trade union man
Judge Webster Thayer swore they'll die
But I've got to get to Boston 'fore sundown tonight
I might walk around, and I might roll or fly
Walking down this road shoulder, tears in my eyes
They never done a wrong in their lives
But Judge Webster Thayer says they must die
Well, some come to Boston to see all the sights
Some come to Boston to drink and to fight
Sacco and Vanzetti told the workers, "Organize"
So Judge Webster Thayer says they must die
Oh, Mr. Wagon Driver, please let me ride
That's a nice pacing team that you've got here all right
Did you ever hear such a thing in your life?
Judge Webster Thayer killing two men tonight
Hey, Mr. Engineer, let me ride your train
Throw in your coal and steam up your steam
If I can't ride the shack, please let me ride the blind
Go to get to Boston 'fore sundown tonight