Volbeat - Black Bart Lyrics
A man appeared before Wells FargoWells Fargo's stage driver manwearing a long white linenand a dust flour sack over his headPointed a double barreled shotgunat the driver and forced him to haltPlease throw down your box, sirand madame please I don't need your money or pearlsThey call him Black Bart P-O-8the highway bandit poetry manLeaving his poem disappearedlike a ghost on his own, all on his ownThe road he ownsRise Black Bart rise I'm callingCalling your spirit outdust off your hat and hatchetthere are boxes out there with your name and markThe road has been cold and lonely,the road has been out of good talesLet's shake up some dustWe'll be opening the box like before, just like beforeand leave a poemFor honor and for richesI've labored long and hard for the breadbut on my corns too long you treadYou fine haired sons of *****esA man appeared before Wells FargoWells Fargo's stage driver manwearing a long white linenand a dust flour sack over his headThey call him Black Bart P-O-8the highway bandit poetry manLeaving his poem disappearedlike a ghost on his own, all on his ownThe road he ownsFor honor and for richesI've labored long and hard for the breadbut on my corns too long you treadYou fine haired sons of *****es
