To the rich man's bright lodges I ride in this wind
On my good horse I'd call you,
my shiny black best
To the playhouse of fortune to take the bright silver
And gold you have taken from somebody else
And this week,
oh,
riding in the damp foggy midnight
You snort my good pony and you give me your best
Who you know and I know,
good horse monks, the rich ones
How oft times we go there,
an unwelcome guest
I never took food
from the widows and orphans
I'm never a hard-working man,
I appraise
Take your pace easy,
we're home soon like lightning We soon will
be riding, my shiny black best
No fat, rich man's pony
can
overtake you
There's not a rider
from the east to the west
Can
hold you alive in this dark mist and midnight
When the pot-bellied thieves chase their
unwelcome guests
I don't know, good horse,
as we trot in this dark here
But 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 best
I treat
horses good and I'm friendly to strangers
I ride and you're running,
makes my guns talk the best
I'm the
ranger's antipodes,
hired by the rich man to catch me
And hang me, my shiny black best
You
say you'll catch me
napping
one day and they'll kill me
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 rich
And then they'll go riding
to help these poor workers
The rich will cut down
like an unwelcome guest