the unwelcome guest

to the rich man's bright lodges

i ride in this wind

on my good horse

i call you

my shiny black bess

to the playhouse of fortune

to take the bright silver

and gold you have taken

from somebody else

and as we go riding

in the damp foggy midnight

you snort

my good pony

and you give me your best

for you know and i know

good horse 'mongst the rich ones

how oftimes we go there

an unwelcome guest

i never took food

from the widows and orphans

and never

a hardworking man i oppressed

so take your pace easy

for home soon like lightning

we soon will be riding

my shiny black bess

no fat rich man's pony

can ever overtake you

and there's not a rider

from the east to the west

could hold you a light

in this dark mist and midnight

when the potbellied thieves

chase the unwelcome guest

i don't know

good horse

as we trot in this dark here

that robbing the rich

is for worse or for best

they take it by stealing

and lying and gambling

and i take it my way

my shiny black bess

i treat horses good

and i'm friendly to strangers

i ride and your running

makes my guns talk the best

and the rangers and deputies

are hired by the rich man

to catch me and hang me

my shining black bess

yes

they'll catch me napping one day

and they'll kill me

and then i'll be gone

but that won't be my end

for my guns and my saddle

will always be filled

by unwelcome travelers

and other brave men

and they'll take the money

and spread it out equal

just like the bible

and the prophets suggest

but men that go riding

to help these poor workers

the rich will cut down

like an unwelcome guest