Tom Paxton - High Sheriff of Hazard lyrics
[Tom Paxton - High Sheriff of Hazard lyrics]
Now the High Sheriff of Hazard
Is a hard-working man
To be a fine sheriff is his only plan
He digs in our pockets he takes what he can
For he's the High Sheriff of Hazard
He looked through my pockets
He's searched them with care
But nary a nickel or penny was there
So I got thirty days and
Some bumps in my hair
God bless the High Sheriff of Hazard
He caught me one evening and
Here's what he said:
"You look like a Russian, you look like a Red
And if you are fond of
Your skin and your head
Beware the High Sheriff of Hazard"
I thanked him politely, I thanked him for all
And five minutes later I made a phone call
To call a strike meeting at our union hall
And damn the High Sheriff of Hazard
Now, men there are plenty who
Sweat out their lives
To scratch out a living
For children and wives
They sweat for their pennies while
The mine owner thrives
With the blessing of the
High Sheriff of Hazard
And when union men strike and
The troubles come on
The High Sheriff's word is
The mine owner's bond he's a mine owner
Too you know which side he's on
He's the wealthy High Sheriff of Hazard
Well, it seems to be so
Since this world first began
That some men are willing to
Scheme and to plan
To gouge out a fortune from
The poor working man
For example, the High Sheriff of Hazard
But the answer is simple, the answer is clear
Let's all get together with nothing to fear
And throw the old bastard right
Out on his ear
Farewell to the High Sheriff of Hazard
Is a hard-working man
To be a fine sheriff is his only plan
He digs in our pockets he takes what he can
For he's the High Sheriff of Hazard
He looked through my pockets
He's searched them with care
But nary a nickel or penny was there
So I got thirty days and
Some bumps in my hair
God bless the High Sheriff of Hazard
He caught me one evening and
Here's what he said:
"You look like a Russian, you look like a Red
And if you are fond of
Your skin and your head
Beware the High Sheriff of Hazard"
I thanked him politely, I thanked him for all
And five minutes later I made a phone call
To call a strike meeting at our union hall
And damn the High Sheriff of Hazard
Now, men there are plenty who
Sweat out their lives
To scratch out a living
For children and wives
They sweat for their pennies while
The mine owner thrives
With the blessing of the
High Sheriff of Hazard
And when union men strike and
The troubles come on
The High Sheriff's word is
The mine owner's bond he's a mine owner
Too you know which side he's on
He's the wealthy High Sheriff of Hazard
Well, it seems to be so
Since this world first began
That some men are willing to
Scheme and to plan
To gouge out a fortune from
The poor working man
For example, the High Sheriff of Hazard
But the answer is simple, the answer is clear
Let's all get together with nothing to fear
And throw the old bastard right
Out on his ear
Farewell to the High Sheriff of Hazard