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| − | To the rich man's bright lodges | + | To the rich man's bright lodges<br/> |
| − | I ride in this wind | + | I ride in this wind<br/> |
| − | On my good horse, I call you | + | On my good horse, I call you<br/> |
| − | My shiny black Bess | + | My shiny black Bess<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | To the playhouse of fortune | + | To the playhouse of fortune<br/> |
| − | To take the bright silver | + | To take the bright silver<br/> |
| − | And gold you have taken | + | And gold you have taken<br/> |
| − | From somebody else | + | From somebody else<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | And as we go riding | + | And as we go riding<br/> |
| − | In the damp foggy midnight | + | In the damp foggy midnight<br/> |
| − | You snort, my good pony | + | You snort, my good pony<br/> |
| − | And you give me your best | + | And you give me your best<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | For you know and I know | + | For you know and I know<br/> |
| − | Good horse 'mongst the rich ones | + | Good horse 'mongst the rich ones<br/> |
| − | How oftimes we go there | + | How oftimes we go there<br/> |
| − | An unwelcome guest | + | An unwelcome guest<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | I never took food | + | I never took food<br/> |
| − | From the widows and orphans | + | From the widows and orphans<br/> |
| − | And never a hardworking man I oppressed | + | And never a hardworking man I oppressed<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | So take your pace easy | + | So take your pace easy<br/> |
| − | For home soon like lightning | + | For home soon like lightning<br/> |
| − | We soon will be riding | + | We soon will be riding<br/> |
| − | My shiny black Bess | + | My shiny black Bess<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | No fat rich man's pony | + | No fat rich man's pony<br/> |
| − | Can ever overtake you | + | Can ever overtake you<br/> |
| − | And there's not a rider | + | And there's not a rider<br/> |
| − | From the east to the west | + | From the east to the west<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | Could hold you a light | + | Could hold you a light<br/> |
| − | In this dark mist and midnight | + | In this dark mist and midnight<br/> |
| − | When the potbellied thieves | + | When the potbellied thieves<br/> |
| − | Chase the unwelcome guest | + | Chase the unwelcome guest<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | I don't know, good horse | + | I don't know, good horse<br/> |
| − | As we trot in this dark here | + | As we trot in this dark here<br/> |
| − | That robbing the rich | + | That robbing the rich<br/> |
| − | Is for worse or for best | + | Is for worse or for best<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | They take it by stealing | + | They take it by stealing<br/> |
| − | And lying and gambling | + | And lying and gambling<br/> |
| − | And I take it my way | + | And I take it my way<br/> |
| − | My shiny Black Bess | + | My shiny Black Bess<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | I treat horses good | + | I treat horses good<br/> |
| − | And I'm friendly to strangers | + | And I'm friendly to strangers<br/> |
| − | I ride and your running | + | I ride and your running<br/> |
| − | Makes my guns talk the best | + | Makes my guns talk the best<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | And the rangers and deputies | + | And the rangers and deputies<br/> |
| − | Are hired by the rich man | + | Are hired by the rich man<br/> |
| − | To catch me and hang me | + | To catch me and hang me<br/> |
| − | My shining black Bess | + | My shining black Bess<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | Yes, they'll catch me napping one day | + | Yes, they'll catch me napping one day<br/> |
| − | And they'll kill me | + | And they'll kill me<br/> |
| − | And then I'll be gone | + | And then I'll be gone<br/> |
| − | But that won't be my end | + | But that won't be my end<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | For my guns and my saddle | + | For my guns and my saddle<br/> |
| − | Will always be filled | + | Will always be filled<br/> |
| − | By unwelcome travellers | + | By unwelcome travellers<br/> |
| − | And other brave men | + | And other brave men<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | And they'll take the money | + | And they'll take the money<br/> |
| − | And spread it out equal | + | And spread it out equal<br/> |
| − | Just like the Bible | + | Just like the Bible<br/> |
| − | And the prophets suggest | + | And the prophets suggest<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | But men that go riding | + | But men that go riding<br/> |
| − | To help these poor workers | + | To help these poor workers<br/> |
| − | The rich will cut down | + | The rich will cut down<br/> |
| − | Like an unwelcome guest | + | Like an unwelcome guest<br/> |
| − | + | <br/> | |
| − | ''Lyrics by Woody Guthrie, Music by Billy Bragg and Wilco'' | + | ''Lyrics by Woody Guthrie, Music by Billy Bragg and Wilco''<br/> |
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Revision as of 22:22, 16 March 2011
Lyrics
To the rich man's bright lodges
I ride in this wind
On my good horse, I call you
My shiny black Bess
To the playhouse of fortune
To take the bright silver
And gold you have taken
From somebody else
And 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 never took food
From the widows and orphans
And never a hardworking 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 the 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 men that go riding
To help these poor workers
The rich will cut down
Like an unwelcome guest
Lyrics by Woody Guthrie, Music by Billy Bragg and Wilco
- Billy Bragg and Wilco (5 min)