Billy Bragg - The Unwelcome Guest Lyrics
To the rich mans bright lodges I ride in this windOn my good horse I call you my shiny black bessTo the playhouse of fortuneTo take the bright silverAnd gold you have taken from somebody elseAs we go riding in the damp foggy midnightYou snort, my good pony, and you give me your bestFor you know, and I know, good horse,mongst the rich onesHow oftimes we go there an unwelcome guestIve never took food from the widows and orphansAnd never a hard working man I oppressedSo take your pace easy,For home soon like lightningWe soon will be riding, my shiny black bessNo fat rich mans pony can ever overtake youAnd theres not a rider from the east to the westCould hold you a lightIn this dark mist and midnightWhen the potbellied thievesChase their unwelcome guestI dont know, good horse,As we trot in this dark hereThat robbing the rich is for worse or for bestThey take it by stealing and lying and gamblingAnd I take it my way, my shiny black bessI treat horses good and Im friendly to strangersI ride and your running makes my guns talk the bestAnd the rangers and deputiesAre hired by the rich manTo catch me and hang me, my shining black bessYes, theyll catch me napping one dayAnd theyll kill meAnd then Ill be gone but that wont be my endFor my guns and my saddle will always be filledBy unwelcome travellers and other brave menAnd theyll take the money and spread it out equalJust like the Bible and the prophets suggestBut the men that go riding to help these poor workersThe rich will cut down like an unwelcome guestWords: woody guthrie 1940 - music: billy bragg
