C am F C
To the rich man's bright lodges I ride in this wind
C am D G
On my good horse I call you my shiny Black Bess
C am
To the playhouse of fortune
F C
to take the bright silver
C am F C
and gold you have taken from somebody else
C am F C
and as we go riding in the damp foggy midnight
C am D G
you snort, my good pony, and you give me your best
C am F
for you know, and I know, good horse,
C
'monst the rich ones
C am F C
how oftimes we go there an unwelcome guest
C am F C
I've never took food from the widows and orphans
C am D G
and never a hard working man I oppressed
C am
so take your pace easy,
F C
for home soon like lightning
C am F F
we soon will be riding, my shiny black Bess
C am F C
no fat rich man's pony can ever overtake you
C am D G
and there's not a rider from the east to the west
C am
could hold you a light
F C
in this dark mist and midnight
C am
when the potbellied thieves
F C
chase the unwelcome guest
C am
I don't know good horse
F C
as we trot in this dark here
C am D G
that robbing the rich is for worse or for best
C am F C
they take it by stealing and lying and gambling
C am F C
and I take it my way, my shiny Black Bess
C am F C
I treat horses good and I'm friendly to strangers
C am D G
I ride and your running makes my guns talk the best
C am
and the rangers and deputies
F C
are hired by the rich man
C am F C
to catch me and hang me, my shining Black Bess
C am F
Yes, they'll catch me napping one day
C
and they'll kill me
C am D G
and then I'll be gone but that won't be my end
C am F C
For my guns and my saddle will always be filled
C am F C
by unwelcome travellers and other brave men
C am F C
and they'll take the money and spread it out equal
C am D G
Just like the bible and the prophets suggest
C am F C
but the men that go riding to help these poor workers
C am F C
the rich will cut down like an unwelcome guest
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