Genesis Hall - June Tabor

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