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Fairport Convention
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Fairport Convention


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 haste 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 presents,
He 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 are 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 on your blood

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



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