Fairport Convention

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GENESIS HALL
My father, he rides with your sherriffs
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

Oh-Oh helpless and slow 
And you don't have anywhere to go

Well one man he drinks up his whisky
Another he drinks up his wine
And they'll drink 'til their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind

Oh-Oh helpless and slow 
And you don't have anywhere to go

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 on your blood

Oh-Oh helpless and slow 
And you don't have anywhere to go
Oh-Oh helpless and slow 
And you don't have anywhere to go
CAJUN WOMAN
The baby that the preacher gave you in the Spring
Spent the winter with his finger in the undertaker's wing
Oh cajun woman, some people still call you a queen
I don't believe you're sinking
Look at all the trouble you've been

He grew up in the Bayou with a Bible around his neck
He never loved a woman the way you would expect
Oh cajun woman, some people still call you a queen
I don't believe you're sinking
Look at all the trouble you've been

Don't tell him about his father, don't tell him about his name
The Gods won't get to heaven if you crucify his brain
Oh cajun woman, some people still call you a queen
I don't believe you're sinking
Look at all the trouble you've been

Well it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne
Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan
Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the poor
Your mama never told you how lucky you are
Oh cajun woman, some people still call you a queen
I don't believe you're sinking
Look at all the trouble you've been

All songs by Richard Thompson except where noted.