Black Bart Volbeat

[00:25.95] A man appeared before Wells Fargo
[00:29.57] Wells Fargo's stage driver man
[00:33.16] Wearing a long white linen
[00:36.36] And a dust flour sack over his head
[00:40.06] Pointed a double barreled shotgun
[00:43.52] At the driver and forced him to halt
[00:47.20] "Please throw down the box, sir
[00:50.43] And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?"
[00:53.56] They call him Black Bart P08
[00:57.04] The highway bandit poetry man
[01:01.09] Leaving his poem disappeared
[01:03.33] Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
[01:07.42] The road he owns
[01:15.05] Rise Black Bart, rise, I'm calling
[01:18.60] Calling your spirit out
[01:22.19] Dust off your hat and hatchet
[01:25.47] There are boxes out there with your name and mark
[01:28.52] The road has been cold and lonely
[01:32.23] The road has been out of good tales
[01:35.92] Let's shake up some dust
[01:37.51] We'll be opening the box like before, just like before
[01:42.69] And leave a poem
[01:44.09]
[02:09.21] For honor and for riches
[02:16.63] I've labored long and hard for the bread
[02:23.97] But on my corns too long you tread
[02:31.06] You fine haired sons of bitches
[02:36.11]
[02:51.82] A man appeared before Wells Fargo
[02:55.52] Wells Fargo's stage driver man
[02:59.09] Wearing a long white linen
[03:02.49] And a dust flour sack over his head
[03:05.41] They call him Black Bart P08
[03:09.23] The highway bandit poetry man
[03:13.16] Leaving his poem disappeared
[03:15.57] Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
[03:19.39] The road he owns
[03:21.54]
[04:00.72] For honor and for riches
[04:08.08] I've labored long and hard for the bread
[04:15.28] But on my corns too long you tread
[04:22.47] You fine haired sons of bitches
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