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The Unwelcome Guest ukulele

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C   Am    F    C

To the [C] rich man's bright [Am] lodges I [F] ride in this [C] wind
On my [C] good horse I [Am] call you my [D] shiny Black [G] Bess
To the [C] playhouse of [Am] fortune
to [F] take the bright [C] silver
And [C] gold you have [Am] taken from [F] somebody [C] else

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 oftimes we go there an unwelcome guest

Harmonica part:  4       4 (4) 5 (5)    5    4
-Normal number is exhale and ( ) is inhale

I've never took food from the widows and orphans
And never a hard working man I oppressed
So take your pace easy,
for home soon like lightning
We soon will be riding, my shiny Black Bess

No fat rich man's pony can e'er overtake you
And there's not a rider from the east to the west
Could hold you a light
in this dark mist and midnight
When the potbellied thieves
chase their unwelcome guest

Harp: 7           7 6 5      5  (5)        4

I don't know, good horse,
as we trot in this dark here
if 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

I treat horses good and I'm friendly to strangers
I ride and your running makes my guns talk the best
And the rangers and deputies
are hired by the rich man
To catch me and hang me, my shining Black Bess

Harp:  6  (6)  6     6  (5)  5   7    (6)  5        4  (4)   5   (5)   5  5  (4)  4    4 
 (5)   4     5  5  5 (4)  4
6    6   5      4  (4)   5  (5)   4      6   6  (5)  4     4  (5)    (6)    4

Yes, they'll catch me napping one day
and they'll kill me
And then I'll be gone but that won't be my end
For my guns and my saddle will always be filled
By unwelcome travellers and other brave men

And they'll take the money and spread it out equal
Just like the Bible and the prophets suggest
But the men that go riding to help these poor workers
The rich will cut down like an unwelcome guest


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