And I (Dmin)know he would (F)never mean (G)harm.
But to (C)see both (F)sides of a (G)quarrel,
Is to (Dmin)judge without hate or (Amin)love.
(C)Oh, (Dmin)oh,
(F)helpless and slow,
And (C)you don't have
(Dmin)anywhere to (Amin)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.
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go.
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 are a different kind.
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go.
When the rivers run thicker in trouble,
I'll be there at your side in the flood.
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking vengeant blood.
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go.
