A

man

app-

eared

be-

fore

Wells

Far-

go

Wells

Far-

go's

stage

dri-

ver

man

Wear-

ing

long

white

lin-

en

And

a

dust

flour

sack

o-

ver

h-

is

head

Poin-

ted

a

dou-

ble

barr-

eled

shot-

gun

At

the

dri-

ver

and

forced

him

to

halt

Please

throw

down

the

box

sir

And

ma-

dame

I

don't

need

your

mo-

ney

or

pearls

They

call

him

Black

Bart

P

0

8

The

high-

way

ban-

dit

po-

e-

try

ma-

a-

a-

an

Lea-

ving

his

poem

dis-

app-

eared

Like

a

ghost

on

his

own

all

on

his

own

The

road

he

ow-

ns

Rise

Black

Bart

rise

I'm

call-

ing

Call-

ing

your

spi-

rit

out

Dust

off

your

hat

and

hat-

chet

There

are

box-

es

out

there

with

your

name

and

mark

The

road

has

been

cold

and

lone-

ly

The

road

has

been

out

of

good

ta-

a-

a-

ales

Let's

shake

up

some

dust

we'll

be

open-

ing

the

box

like

be-

fore

Just

like

be-

fore

and

leave

a

po-

em

For

hon-

or

and

for

rich-

e-

s

I've

la-

bored

long

and

hard

for

the

bread

But

on

my

corns

too

long

you

tread

You

fine

haired

sons

of

bit-

che-

s

A

man

app-

eared

be-

fore

Wells

Far-

go

Wells

Far-

go's

stage

dri-

ver

man

Wear-

ing

long

white

lin-

en

And

a

dust

flour

sack

o-

ver

h-

is

head

They

call

him

Black

Bart

P

0

8

The

high-

way

ban-

dit

po-

e-

try

ma-

a-

a-

an

Lea-

ving

his

poem

dis-

app-

eared

Like

a

ghost

on

his

own

all

on

his

own

The

road

he

ow-

ns

For

hon-

or

and

for

rich-

e-

s

I've

la-

bored

long

and

hard

for

the

bread

But

on

my

corns

too

long

you

tread

You

fine

haired

sons

of

bit-

che-

s