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A man appeared before Wells Fargo |
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Wells Fargo's stage driver man |
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Wearing a long white linen |
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And a dust flour sack over his head |
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Pointed a double barreled shotgun |
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At the driver and forced him to halt |
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"Please throw down the box, sir |
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And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?" |
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They call him Black Bart P08 |
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The highway bandit, poetry man |
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Leaving his poem disappeared like a ghost on his own, all on his own |
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The road he owns |
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Rise, Black Bart, rise, I'm calling |
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Calling your spirit out |
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Dust off your hat and hatchet |
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There are boxes out there with your name and mark |
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The road has been cold and lonely |
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The road has been out of good tales |
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Let's shake up some dust |
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We'll be opening the box like before, just like before |
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And leave a poem |
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For honor and for riches |
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I've labored long and hard for the bread |
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But on my corns too long you tread |
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You fine haired sons of bitches |
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A man appeared before Wells Fargo |
| [02:55.650] |
Wells Fargo's stage driver man |
| [02:59.140] |
Wearing a long white linen |
| [03:02.530] |
And a dust flour sack over his head |
| [03:05.510] |
They call him Black Bart P08 |
| [03:09.030] |
The highway bandit, poetry man |
| [03:13.020] |
Leaving his poem disappeared |
| [03:15.580] |
Like a ghost on his own, all on his own |
| [03:19.440] |
The road he owns |
| [04:00.850] |
For honor and for riches |
| [04:07.890] |
I've labored long and hard for the bread |
| [04:15.360] |
But on my corns too long you tread |
| [04:22.530] |
You fine haired sons of bitches |
