My father he rides with your sheriffs;
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And I know he would never mean harm,
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But to see both sides of a quarrel
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Is to judge without haste or alarm
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Chorus
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Oh, oh, helpless and slow,
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And you don't have anywhere to go
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You take away homes from the homeless
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And leave them to die in the cold
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The gypsy who begged for your presents
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He will laugh in your face when you're old
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(Chorus)
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Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
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Another he drinks up his wine
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And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
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For those of a different kind
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(Chorus)
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When the rivers run quicker than trouble
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I'll be there at your side in the flood
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It was all I could do to keep myself
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From taking revenge on your blood
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(2x Chorus)
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Full Moon
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| Sandy Denny |
