THE LEGEND OF BLACK BART
(RKB, 12/01, G, 4:00)
1.) Well old Charlie got so tired, always working hard and late, / He was hopin' someday, someway he would
be somebody great, / But the transportation industry, it wasn't always kind, / and Charlie got left behind. / "I'm
gonna write a poem 'bout vengeance. It's mine and I'll repay!" He made a little rhyme 'bout every stage and
every train. / And Black Bart was born that day.
C.) Ride on, Black Bart. Ride on, Black Bart. Ride, ride, ride.
2.) They say that something snapped inside when he turned 61, / and he oiled up his holster and he loaded up
his gun, / He put on a white robe, and a white mask upon his face, / And held up the Sacramento stage. / "All
right, you just throw down that cash box! No sudden moves, or you're gonna feel some pain!" / He traded them
their money for a copy of his poetry, / And rode out across the plain.
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3.) Throughout the old southwest, his legend it did spread, / 'Bout the poet dressed in white who was wanted
'live or dead, / And the sojourners on stages and the travellers on trains, / All came to fear his name.
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4.) He was brilliant dressed in white, I don't know why they called him "Black", / But one day he
cut his hand, and he wasn't hard to track. / And when Sherrif Ozzie Tooth cornered him in the Blue Saloon, / Charlie
had turned 72. / "Well Bart, I know I'm s'posed to hang ya. But I found a verse you'ld better read today."
/ "Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord (God almighty). / It's mine and I'll repay." (Romans 12:19) (Tag
last line.)
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