Intro: Dm Bb C Dm My father he rides with your sheriffs Bb C And I know he would never mean harm F Bb Gm7 But to see both sides of a quarrel Bb Dm Is to judge without hate or alarm F Gm C Oh, oh, helpless and slow F Gm7 Dm And you don't have anywhere to go Bb C Dm You take away homes from the homeless Bb C And leave them to die in the cold F Bb Gm7 The gypsy who begged for your presents Bb Dm He will laugh in your face when you're old Chorus Bb C Dm Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey Bb C Another he drinks up his wine F Bb Gm7 And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate Bb Dm For those of a different kind Chorus Bb C Dm When the rivers run thicker than trouble Bb C I'll be there at your side in the flood F Bb Gm7 It was all I could do to keep myself Bb Dm From taking revenge of blood Chorus X 2