[Verse 1]
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 alarm
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go
[Verse 2]
You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begged for your presents
He will laugh in your face when you're old
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go
[Verse 3]
Well, one man he drinks up his whisky
Another he drinks up his wine
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind
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 alarm
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go
[Verse 2]
You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begged for your presents
He will laugh in your face when you're old
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go
[Verse 3]
Well, one man he drinks up his whisky
Another he drinks up his wine
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind
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