Text: Billy Bragg. 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 oft times we go there an unwelcome guest

I never took food from the widows and orphans
And never a hard working 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 e'er overtake you
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 their unwelcome guest

I don't know good horse as we trot in this dark here
If 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

They'll take the money and spread it out equal
Just like the Bible and the prophets suggest
The men that go riding to help these poor workers
The rich will cut down like an unwelcome guest