A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing a long white linen
And a dust flour sack over his head
[Verse 2]
Pointed a double barreled shotgun
At the driver and forced him to halt
Please throw down your box sir
And madame please don't need your money or pearls
[Chorus 1]
They call him Black Bart P08
The highway bandit poetry man
Leaving his poem disappeared
Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
The road he owns
[Verse 3]
Rise Black Bart, rise I'm calling
Calling your spirit out
Dust off your hat and hatchet
There are boxes out there with your name and mark
[Chorus 2]
The road has been cold and lonely
The road has been out of good tales
Let's shake up some dust
We'll be opening the box like before, just like before
And leave a poem
[Refrain]
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
But on my corns too long you tread
You fine haired sons of bitches
[Verse 4]
A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing a long white linen
And a dusted flour sack over his head
[Chorus 1]
They call him Black Bart P08
The highway bandit poetry man
Leaving his poem disappeared
Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
The road he owns
[Refrain]
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
But on my corns too long you tread
You fine haired sons of bitches
[Verse 1] A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing a long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head [Verse 2] Pointed a double barreled shotgun At the driver and forced him to halt Please throw down your box sir And madame please don't need your money or pearls [Chorus 1] They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own The road he owns [Verse 3] Rise Black Bart, rise I'm calling Calling your spirit out Dust off your hat and hatchet There are boxes out there with your name and mark [Chorus 2] The road has been cold and lonely The road has been out of good tales Let's shake up some dust We'll be opening the box like before, just like before And leave a poem [Refrain] For honor and for riches I've labored long and hard for the bread But on my corns too long you tread You fine haired sons of bitches [Verse 4] A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing a long white linen And a dusted flour sack over his head [Chorus 1] They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own The road he owns [Refrain] For honor and for riches I've labored long and hard for the bread But on my corns too long you tread You fine haired sons of bitches Explain Request ×
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