Wilco
The Unwelcome Guest
To the rich man's bright lodges I ride in this wind
On my good horse, I call you My shiny black Bess
To the playhouse of fortune
To take the bright silver
And gold you have taken From somebody else
And as we go riding
In the damp foggy midnight You snort, my good pony
And you give me your best
For you know and I know
Good horse 'mongst the rich ones
How oftimes we go there An unwelcome guest
I never took food
From the widows and orphans
And never a hardworking man I oppressed
So take your pace easy
For home soon like lightning
SongtexteWe soon will be riding
My shiny black Bess
No fat rich man's pony Can ever overtake you
And there's not a rider From the east to the west
Could hold you a light In this dark mist and midnight
When the potbellied thieves Chase the unwelcome guest
I don't know, good horse
As we trot in this dark here
That robbing the rich Is for worse or for best
They take it by stealing And lying and gambling
And I take it my way
My shiny Black Bess
I treat horses good And I'm friendly to strangers
I ride and your running Makes my guns talk the best
And the rangers and deputies
Are hired by the rich man To catch me and hang me
My shining black Bess
Yes, they'll catch me napping one day
And they'll kill me
And then I'll be gone But that won't be my end
For my guns and my saddle Will always be filled
By unwelcome travelers And other brave men
And they'll take the money And spread it out equal
Just like the Bible And the prophets suggest
But men that go riding To help these poor workers
The rich will cut down Like an unwelcome guest
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