To the rich man's bright lodges
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I ride in this wind
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On my good horse, I call you
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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
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From somebody else
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And as we go riding
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In the damp foggy midnight
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You snort, my good pony
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And you give me your best
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For you know and I know
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Good horse 'mongst the rich ones
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How oftimes we go there
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An unwelcome guest
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I never took food
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From the widows and orphans
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And never a hardworking 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
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My shiny black Bess
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No fat rich man's pony
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Can ever overtake you
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And there's not a rider
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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 the 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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That robbing the rich
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Is for worse or for best
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They take it by stealing
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And lying and gambling
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And I take it my way
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My shiny Black Bess
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I treat horses good
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And I'm friendly to strangers
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I ride and your running
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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
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My shining black Bess
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Yes, they'll catch me napping one day
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And they'll kill me
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And then I'll be gone
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But that won't be my end
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For my guns and my saddle
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Will always be filled
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By unwelcome travelers
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And other brave men
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And they'll take the money
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And spread it out equal
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Just like the Bible
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And the prophets suggest
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But men that go riding
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To help these poor workers
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The rich will cut down
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Like an unwelcome guest
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The Unwelcome Guest
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| Wilco |
