Intro: Dm
Bb C Dm
My father he rides with your sheriffs
Bb C
And I know he would never mean harm
F Bb Gm7
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Bb Dm
Is to judge without hate or alarm
F Gm C
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
F Gm7 Dm
And you don't have anywhere to go
Bb C Dm
You take away homes from the homeless
Bb C
And leave them to die in the cold
F Bb Gm7
The gypsy who begged for your presents
Bb Dm
He will laugh in your face when you're old
Bb C Dm
Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
Bb C
Another he drinks up his wine
F Bb Gm7
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
Bb Dm
For those of a different kind
Bb C Dm
When the rivers run thicker than trouble
Bb C
I'll be there at your side in the flood
F Bb Gm7
It was all I could do to keep myself
Bb Dm
From taking revenge of blood
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