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• Artiste: Richard Thompson
• Titre: Genesis Hall
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My father he rides with your sheriffs And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy who begs for your presents He will laugh in your face when you're old Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Well one man he drinks up his whiskey Another he drinks up his wine And they'll drink 'till their eyes are red with hate For those of a different kind Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go When the rivers run thicker than trouble I'll be there at your side in the flood T'was all I could do to keep myself From taking revenge on your blood Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go