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 alarm
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go

You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begged for your favours

Will laugh in your face when you're old
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go

Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
Another he drinks up his wine
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate

For those of a different kind
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go

When the rivers run thicker than trouble
I'll be there at your side in the flood
It was all I could do to keep myself

>From taking revenge of blood
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go