Woody Guthrie - Root Hog & Die lyrics

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 k**ing 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