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My father he rides with your sheriffs
And I know he would never mean harm
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or love
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you donÂt have anywhere to go
You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begs for your presents
He will laugh in your face when youÂre old
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you donÂt have anywhere to go
And theyÂll drink Âtill their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you donÂt have anywhere to go
When the rivers run thicker than trouble
IÂll be there at your side in the flood
TÂwas all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge on your blood
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you donÂt have anywhere to go
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you donÂt have anywhere to go