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	作曲 : Richard Thompson
	作词 : Thompson
	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 haste or alarm
	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

	zuò qǔ : Richard Thompson
	zuò cí : Thompson
	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 haste or alarm
	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