[00:26.070]A man appeared before Wells Fargo
[00:29.650]Wells Fargo's stage driver man
[00:33.190]Wearing a long white linen
[00:36.210]And a dust flour sack over his head
[00:40.090]Pointed a double barreled shotgun
[00:43.590]At the driver and forced him to halt
[00:47.360]"Please throw down the box, sir
[00:50.480]And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?"
[00:53.630]They call him Black Bart P08
[00:57.130]The highway bandit, poetry man
[01:01.130]Leaving his poem disappeared like a ghost on his own, all on his own
[01:07.530]The road he owns
[01:15.160]Rise, Black Bart, rise, I'm calling
[01:18.610]Calling your spirit out
[01:22.200]Dust off your hat and hatchet
[01:25.310]There are boxes out there with your name and mark
[01:28.660]The road has been cold and lonely
[01:32.310]The road has been out of good tales
[01:35.980]Let's shake up some dust
[01:37.600]We'll be opening the box like before, just like before
[01:42.710]And leave a poem
[02:09.360]For honor and for riches
[02:16.750]I've labored long and hard for the bread
[02:24.030]But on my corns too long you tread
[02:31.170]You fine haired sons of bitches
[02:51.910]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