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    My father he rides in your ships
    And I know he would never mean harm
    But to see both sides of a quarrel
    Is to judge without hate or love

    Oh, oh, helpless and slow
    And you don't have anywhere to go

    You take away homes from the homeless
    And leave them to die in the cold
    The gypsy who begged for your presents
    He will laugh in your face when you're old

    Oh, oh, helpless and slow
    And you don't have anywhere to go

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    Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
    Another he drinks up his wine
    And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
    For those of a different kind

    Oh, oh, helpless and slow
    And you don't have anywhere to go

    When the rivers run thicker than trouble
    I'll be there at your side in the flood
    It was all I could do to keep myself
    From taking revenge of blood

    Oh, oh, helpless and slow
    And you don't have anywhere to go

    Oh, oh, helpless and slow
    And you don't have anywhere to go

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    Composition: Richard Thompson

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