Black Bart
๐ต 1287 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:48 duration
๐ ID: 1121284
๐ Lyrics
A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing a long white linen
And a dust flour sack over his head
Pointed a double barreled shotgun
At the driver and forced him to halt
"Please throw down the box, sir
And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?"
They call him Black Bart P08
The highway bandit, poetry man
Leaving his poem disappeared like a ghost on his own, all on his own
The road he owns
Rise, Black Bart, rise, I'm calling
Calling your spirit out
Dust off your hat and hatchet
There are boxes out there with your name and mark
The road has been cold and lonely
The road has been out of good tales
Let's shake up some dust
We'll be opening the box like before, just like before
And leave a poem
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
But on my corns too long you tread
You fine haired sons of bitches
A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing a long white linen
And a dust flour sack over his head
They call him Black Bart P08
The highway bandit, poetry man
Leaving his poem disappeared
Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
The road he owns
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
But on my corns too long you tread
You fine haired sons of bitches
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing a long white linen
And a dust flour sack over his head
Pointed a double barreled shotgun
At the driver and forced him to halt
"Please throw down the box, sir
And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?"
They call him Black Bart P08
The highway bandit, poetry man
Leaving his poem disappeared like a ghost on his own, all on his own
The road he owns
Rise, Black Bart, rise, I'm calling
Calling your spirit out
Dust off your hat and hatchet
There are boxes out there with your name and mark
The road has been cold and lonely
The road has been out of good tales
Let's shake up some dust
We'll be opening the box like before, just like before
And leave a poem
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
But on my corns too long you tread
You fine haired sons of bitches
A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing a long white linen
And a dust flour sack over his head
They call him Black Bart P08
The highway bandit, poetry man
Leaving his poem disappeared
Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
The road he owns
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
But on my corns too long you tread
You fine haired sons of bitches
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:25.99] A man appeared before Wells Fargo
[00:29.57] Wells Fargo's stage driver man
[00:33.11] Wearing a long white linen
[00:36.13] And a dust flour sack over his head
[00:40.01] Pointed a double barreled shotgun
[00:43.51] At the driver and forced him to halt
[00:47.28] "Please throw down the box, sir
[00:50.40] And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?"
[00:53.55] They call him Black Bart P08
[00:57.05] The highway bandit, poetry man
[01:01.05] Leaving his poem disappeared like a ghost on his own, all on his own
[01:07.45] The road he owns
[01:15.08] Rise, Black Bart, rise, I'm calling
[01:18.53] Calling your spirit out
[01:22.12] Dust off your hat and hatchet
[01:25.23] There are boxes out there with your name and mark
[01:28.58] The road has been cold and lonely
[01:32.23] The road has been out of good tales
[01:35.90] Let's shake up some dust
[01:37.52] We'll be opening the box like before, just like before
[01:42.63] And leave a poem
[01:44.09]
[02:09.28] For honor and for riches
[02:16.67] I've labored long and hard for the bread
[02:23.95] But on my corns too long you tread
[02:31.09] You fine haired sons of bitches
[02:36.11]
[02:51.83] A man appeared before Wells Fargo
[02:55.57] Wells Fargo's stage driver man
[02:59.06] Wearing a long white linen
[03:02.45] And a dust flour sack over his head
[03:05.43] They call him Black Bart P08
[03:08.95] The highway bandit, poetry man
[03:12.94] Leaving his poem disappeared
[03:15.50] Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
[03:19.36] The road he owns
[03:21.54]
[04:00.77] For honor and for riches
[04:07.81] I've labored long and hard for the bread
[04:15.28] But on my corns too long you tread
[04:22.45] You fine haired sons of bitches
[04:28.02]
[00:29.57] Wells Fargo's stage driver man
[00:33.11] Wearing a long white linen
[00:36.13] And a dust flour sack over his head
[00:40.01] Pointed a double barreled shotgun
[00:43.51] At the driver and forced him to halt
[00:47.28] "Please throw down the box, sir
[00:50.40] And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?"
[00:53.55] They call him Black Bart P08
[00:57.05] The highway bandit, poetry man
[01:01.05] Leaving his poem disappeared like a ghost on his own, all on his own
[01:07.45] The road he owns
[01:15.08] Rise, Black Bart, rise, I'm calling
[01:18.53] Calling your spirit out
[01:22.12] Dust off your hat and hatchet
[01:25.23] There are boxes out there with your name and mark
[01:28.58] The road has been cold and lonely
[01:32.23] The road has been out of good tales
[01:35.90] Let's shake up some dust
[01:37.52] We'll be opening the box like before, just like before
[01:42.63] And leave a poem
[01:44.09]
[02:09.28] For honor and for riches
[02:16.67] I've labored long and hard for the bread
[02:23.95] But on my corns too long you tread
[02:31.09] You fine haired sons of bitches
[02:36.11]
[02:51.83] A man appeared before Wells Fargo
[02:55.57] Wells Fargo's stage driver man
[02:59.06] Wearing a long white linen
[03:02.45] And a dust flour sack over his head
[03:05.43] They call him Black Bart P08
[03:08.95] The highway bandit, poetry man
[03:12.94] Leaving his poem disappeared
[03:15.50] Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
[03:19.36] The road he owns
[03:21.54]
[04:00.77] For honor and for riches
[04:07.81] I've labored long and hard for the bread
[04:15.28] But on my corns too long you tread
[04:22.45] You fine haired sons of bitches
[04:28.02]