Billy Bragg – The Unwelcome Guest (Guitar)

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To the rich man's bright lodges I ride in this wind

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On my good horse I call you my shiny Black Bess

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To the playhouse of fortune

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to take the bright silver

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And gold you have taken from somebody else

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As we go riding in the damp foggy midnight

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You snort, my good pony, and you give me your best

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For you know, and I know, good horse,

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'mongst the rich ones

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How oftimes we go there an unwelcome guest

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I've never took food from the widows and orphans

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And never a hard working man I oppressed

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So take your pace easy,

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for home soon like lightning

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We soon will be riding, my shiny Black Bess

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No fat rich man's pony can e'er overtake you

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And there's not a rider from the east to the west

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Could hold you a light

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in this dark mist and midnight

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When the potbellied thieves

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chase their unwelcome guest

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I don't know, good horse,

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as we trot in this dark here

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if robbing the rich is for worse or for best

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They take it by stealing and lying and gambling

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And I take it my way, my shiny Black Bess

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I treat horses good and I'm friendly to strangers

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I ride and your running makes my guns talk the best

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And the rangers and deputies

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are hired by the rich man

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To catch me and hang me, my shining Black Bess

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Yes, they'll catch me napping one day and they'll kill me

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And then I'll be gone but that won't be my end

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For my guns and my saddle will always be filled

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By unwelcome travellers and other brave men

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And they'll take the money and spread it out equal

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Just like the Bible and the prophets suggest

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But the men that go riding to help these poor workers

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The rich will cut down like an unwelcome guest