source: http://www.gumbopages.com/music/wilco/songs/the.unwelcome.guest.txt

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  The Unwelcome Guest
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  Words by Woody Guthrie 1940
  Music by Billy Bragg 1996
  
  Transcription by Howie Wang 
  
  
         C                 am       F            C
  To the rich man's bright lodges I ride in this wind
  C                  am          D           G
  On my good horse I call you my shiny Black Bess
         C            am
  To the playhouse of fortune
     F               C
  to take the bright silver
      C             am         F        C
  and gold you have taken from somebody else
  
  
      C        am            F          C
  and as we go riding in the damp foggy midnight 
      C              am            D            G
  you snort, my good pony, and you give me your best
          C           am         F  
  for you know, and I know, good horse,
             C
  'monst the rich ones
      C          am          F         C
  how oftimes we go there an unwelcome guest
  
       C          am            F          C
  I've never took food from the widows and orphans
      C       am           D     G
  and never a hard working man I oppressed
     C              am
  so take your pace easy,
      F              C
  for home soon like lightning
     C            am         F           F
  we soon will be riding, my shiny black Bess
  
     C              am       F        C
  no fat rich man's pony can ever overtake you
      C             am             D           G
  and there's not a rider from the east to the west
        C          am
  could hold you a light 
          F             C  
  in this dark mist and midnight
           C          am
  when the potbellied thieves 
            F         C
  chase the unwelcome guest
  
  C                 am               
  I don't know good horse
        F            C
  as we trot in this dark here
       C           am          D            G
  that robbing the rich is for worse or for best
       C          am           F         C
  they take it by stealing and lying and gambling
      C            am      F           C
  and I take it my way, my shiny Black Bess
  
    C            am           F           C
  I treat horses good and I'm friendly to strangers
    C             am               D             G
  I ride and your running makes my guns talk the best
          C           am           
  and the rangers and deputies
      F            C
  are hired by the rich man 
     C            am          F             C
  to catch me and hang me, my shining Black Bess
  
       C                am          F
  Yes, they'll catch me napping one day
              C
  and they'll kill me
      C            am            D           G
  and then I'll be gone but that won't be my end
         C           am          F         C
  For my guns and my saddle will always be filled
     C         am             F           C
  by unwelcome travellers and other brave men
  
              C        am        F              C
  and they'll take the money and spread it out equal
  C             am            D        G       
  Just like the bible and the prophets suggest
          C           am        F               C
  but the men that go riding to help these poor workers
      C             am           F         C
  the rich will cut down like an unwelcome guest