The Unwelcome Guest

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To the rich man's bright lodges I 
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ride in this wind
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On my good horse I call you my 
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shiny Black Bess
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To the playhouse of fortune to 
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take the bright silver
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An gold you have taken from 
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somebody else
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And this we go riding in the 
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damp foggy midnight
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You snort, my good pony, and you 
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give me your best
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For you know, and I know, good 
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horse 'mongst the rich ones
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How oftimes we go there an 
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unwelcome guest

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[Verse 2]
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I've never took food from the 
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widows and orphans
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And never a hard working man I 
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oppressed
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So take your pace easy, for home 
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soon like lightening
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We soon-will be riding, my shiny
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 Black Bess
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No fat rich man's pony can e'er 
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o'ertake you
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And there's not a rider from the 
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east to the west
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Could hold you a light, in this 
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dark mist and midnight
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When the potbellied thieves,chase
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 their unwelcome guest

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[Verse 3]
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I don't know good horse, as we 
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trot in this dark here
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That robbing the rich is for 
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worse or for best
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They take it by stealing and 
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lying and gambling
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And I.. take it my way, my shiny
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 Black Bess
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I treat horses good and I'm 
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friendly to strangers
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I ride and your running makes my 
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guns talk the best
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And the rangers and deputies are 
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hired by the rich man
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To catch me and hang me, my 
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shining Black Bess

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[Verse 4]
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Yes, they'll catch me napping one 
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day and they'll kill me
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And then I'll be gone but that 
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won´t be my end
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For my guns and my saddle will 
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always be filled
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By unwelcome travellers and 
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other brave men
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And they'll take the money and 
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spread it out equal
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Just like the Bible and the 
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prophets suggest
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But the man that go riding to 
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help these poor workers
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