Two Good Men Chords by Woody Guthrie

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_ _ _ _ _ Say there, did you hear the news?
Psycho worked at Trimmin' Shoes.
Vanzetti was a peddlin' man, Pushed a smoosh cart with his hand.
[Ab] Two good men a long [Eb] time gone, _ _ [Bb]
Two good men a long [Eb] time gone,
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Psycho and [Eb] Vanzetti are gone, _ [Bb]
They left me here to sing [Eb] this song. _ _ _
Psycho was born [Bb] across the sea, Somewhere over in [Eb] Italy.
Vanzetti born a parent's fine, [Bb] Drank the best [Eb] Italian wine.
_ Psycho sailed to sea [Bb] one day, Landed up in the Boston Bay.
Vanzetti [Bb] sailed the ocean blue, And landed up in [Eb] Boston too.
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Two good men a long [Eb] time gone, _ Two good men a long time gone,
_ [Ab] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone, They left me here to sing this song. _ _ _ _
Psycho's wife, three children had.
Psycho was a family man, _ Vanzetti was a [Bb] dreamin' man.
His book was always in [Eb] his hands. _ _ _
Psycho earned his [Bb] bread and butter, Being the factory's best [Eb] shoe cutter.
Vanzetti spoke both day and [Bb] night, Told the workers how [Eb] to fight.
_ [Ab] Two good men a long [Eb] time gone, _ [Bb] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone,
_ [Ab] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone, They left me here to sing this song. _ _
_ I'll tell you if you ask me about this payroll robbery.
_ _ _ Two clerks was killed by the shoe factory, On the street in South Braintree.
_ Judge Thayer told his friends around, That he had cut the radicals down.
_ [Bb] _ Anarchist bastard was the name, Judge Thayer called these two good [Eb] men. _ _
_ _ I'll tell you the prosecutor's [Bb] name, Katzman, [Eb] Adams, Williams, Kane.
The judge and lawyers strutted down, They [Bb] done more [Eb] tricks than circus clowns.
[Ab] _ Two good men a [Eb] long time gone, [Bb] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone,
_ [Ab] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone, [Bb] They left me here to sing [Eb] this song.
_ _ _ _ Vanzetti, [Bb] doctor, 1908, Slept along the [Eb] dirty street.
_ Told the workers, organize, And all my electric cherry dyes. _
_ _ _ _ All you people ought to be like me, And work [Bb] like Psycho and Vanzetti,
[Eb] And every day find ways to fight, On the union side for the workers' rights. _ _ _
Well, I ain't got time to tell [Bb] this tale, The Dixon bulls are [Eb] on my trail.
But I'll remember these two good men, That died to show me how to [Ab] live.
Two good men a [Eb] long time gone, _ Two good men a long time gone,
_ [Ab] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone, [F] They left me here to sing this [Eb]
song.
All you people in Swaziland, [Bbm] Sing this song and [Eb] sing it plain.
_ All you folks that's coming along, [Bb] Jump in with me and sing this song.
[Ab] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone, _ [Bb] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone,
[Ab] Two good men a [Eb] long time gone, [Bb] They left me here to [Eb] sing this song. _ _ _ _ _ _ _