Black Bart by The Miners Lyrics

I've labored long and hard for bread
For honor, and for riches
But on my corns too long you've tread
You fine-haired sons of bitches

Started as a miner
Riches he couldn’t find
Known to friends as Charley
Before his life of crime
Black Bart’s what they’d call him
But he didn’t seem the part
Always please and thank you
No killing in his heart

I've labored long and hard for bread
For honor, and for riches
But on my corns too long you've tread
You fine-haired sons of bitches

He made Wells Fargo pay
For the wrong that they had done
Stagecoach robbing poet
Never shot a gun
Six years in San Quentin
Out early for good time
New York or Montana?
Never paid back a dime
I've labored long and hard for bread
For honor, and for riches
But on my corns too long you've tread
You fine-haired sons of bitches
I've labored long and hard for bread
For honor, and for riches
But on my corns too long you've tread
You fine-haired sons of bitches

I've labored long and hard for bread
For honor, and for riches
But on my corns too long you've tread
You fine-haired sons of bitches
I've labored long and hard for bread
For honor, and for riches
But on my corns too long you've tread
You fine-haired sons of bitches

Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat
And everlasting sorrow

I've labored long and hard for bread
For honor, and for riches
But on my corns too long you've tread
You fine-haired sons of bitches