The Unwelcome Guest Billy Bragg and Wilco

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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 oft times we go there, an unwelcome guest

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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 alight in this dark mist and midnight
When the potbellied thieves chase the unwelcome guest

[Verse 5]
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