מילים לשיר The Unwelcome Guest – Wilco

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.