Besedila:
Richard Thompson Genesis Hall

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 love Oh, oh,

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 love Oh, oh

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 love Oh, oh