Richard Thompson
Genesis Hall
[Verse 1]
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
When you don't have anywhere to go

[Verse 2]
Now you take away homes from the homeless
And you leave them to die in the cold
Oh, the gypsy who begged for your favors
He will laugh in your face when you're old

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
When you don't have anywhere to go

[Verse 3]
Well, one man he drinks up his whisky
And another man he drinks up his wine
Oh, they drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind
[Verse 4]
Now when the rivers run thicker 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

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
When you don't have anywhere to go
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
When you don't have anywhere to go