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 alarm

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don’t have anywhere to go

You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begged for your presents
He will laugh in your face when you’re old

Chorus

Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
Another he drinks up his wine
And they’ll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind

Chorus

When the rivers run thicker than trouble
I’ll be there at your side in the flood
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge of blood

Chorus X 2

A HEART NEEDS A HOME
Richard Thompson
(guitar capo 3rd fret to play with “Hokey Pokey” recording)
(I sometimes use alternate chords in parentheses)

I know the way that I feel about you

I’m [(C/G)]never gonna run a[(G)]way
I’m [C/G]never gonna run away
I never knew the way when I lived without you

I’m [(C/G)]never gonna run a[(G)]way
I’m [C/G]never gonna run away

I came to you when no one could hear me

I’m [(C)]sick and [(G)]weary of [(Em)]being a[(D)]lone[(D/C)][(D/B)][(D/A)]
Empty streets and hungry faces

The [(C)]world’s no [(G)]place when you’re [(Em)]on your [(C)]own[(C/B)]

[(Am)]A heart needs a [(D)]home

Some people say that I should forget you
I’m never gonna be a fool
I’m never gonna be a fool
A better life, they say, if I’d never met you
I’m never gonna be a fool
I’m never gonna be a fool

Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers
Indian givers, hearts of stone
Paper ships and painted faces
The world’s no place when you’re on your own
A heart needs a home