As we go riding in the damp
foggy midnight
You snort, my good pony, and
you give me your best
For you know, and I know,
good horse,
'mongst the rich ones
How oftimes we go there an
unwelcome guest
I've never took food from the
widows and orphans
And never a hard working man
I oppressed
So take your pace easy,
for home soon like lightning
We soon will be riding, my
shiny Black Bess
No fat rich man's pony can
ever overtake you
And there's not a rider from
the east to the west
Could hold you a light
in this dark mist and midnight
When the potbellied thieves
chase their unwelcome guest
I don't know, good horse,
as we trot in this dark here
That robbing the rich is for
worse or for best
They take it by stealing and
lying and gambling
And I take it my way, my shiny
Black Bess
I treat horses good and I'm
friendly to strangers
I ride and your running makes
my guns talk the best
And the rangers and deputies
are hired by the rich man
To catch me and hang me, my
shining Black Bess
Yes, they'll catch me napping
one day
and they'll kill me
And then I'll be gone but
that won't be my end
For my guns and my saddle
will always be filled
By unwelcome travellers and
other brave men
And they'll take the money
and spread it out equal
Just like the Bible and the
prophets suggest
But the men that go riding
to help these poor workers
The rich will cut down like
an unwelcome guest
WORDS: Woody Guthrie 1940 -
MUSIC: Billy Bragg
Marco Giunco |
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