Buoy Bells From Trenton
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
Contact Publisher - TRO-Essex Music Group
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them,
Louder as my stormy waters rise;
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them
Ringing for my boys, framed up to die.
When my buoy bells keep ringin’,
I can hear them on my wind,
Ringin’ out to bring my sailors home,
They should sound like bells of liberty,
But they ring like bells of death
For my six in Trenton’s Death Row marked to die.
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them,
Louder as my stormy waters rise;
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them
Ringing for my boys, framed up to die.
I shipped on these same waters
And I heard my channel bells,
Got my ship to beat that racial hate;
I sailed home past bells of warning
And I find you marked to die
Just for being born with a dark skin on your face.
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them,
Ringing louder as my stormy waters rise;
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them
Ringing for my boys, framed up to die.
Now my bells ring o’er my rooftops,
Hear ‘em ring on every tree;
Take me back to the Civil War I fought to set you free;
If your Trenton court can kill you
Six for one and one a day,
The race hate gang is still at work my bells are telling me.
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them,
Louder as my stormy waters rise;
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them
Ringing for my boys, framed up to die.
Yes, my bouy bells ‘round Boston
Rung in blood that hateful night,
Old Judge Thayer set and let Sacco and Vanzetti die;
He called ‘em wops and radical rats
That same old racial hate
Rule my judge and jury’s heart, and your death line they signed.
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them,
Louder as my stormy waters rise;
Bling, blang, blong, I can hear them
Ringing for my boys, framed up to die.
© Copyright Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)
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