Genesis Hall

Richard Thompson.
a different version of this song from that which is
to be found on Unhalfbricking (1969)

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

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

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

Chorus
Oh, oh, helpless and slow,
And you don't have anywhere to go

When the rivers run quicker than trouble
I'll be there at your side in the flood
It 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

[Richard Thompson]

Copyright © Warlock Music 1968

Richard Thompson - Guitar