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Black Bart
8,464
Hard Rock
Black Bart was released on January 1, 2013 by Vertigo Berlin as a part of the album Outlaw Gentlemen & Shady Ladies (Deluxe Version)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2013
LabelVertigo Berlin
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM133

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Volbeat
Volbeat
Performer
Rob Caggiano
Rob Caggiano
Guitar
Michael Poulsen
Michael Poulsen
Vocals, Guitar
Jon Larsen
Jon Larsen
Drums
Anders Kjølholm
Anders Kjølholm
Bass Guitar
Anders Pedersen
Anders Pedersen
Slide Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Poulsen
Michael Poulsen
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Volbeat
Volbeat
Producer
Jacob Hansen
Jacob Hansen
Recording Engineer, Co-Producer
Bryan Russell
Bryan Russell
Recording Engineer, Editing Engineer
Rob Caggiano
Rob Caggiano
Producer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Svante Forsbäck
Svante Forsbäck
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing a long white linen
And a dust flour sack over his head
Pointed a double barreled shotgun
At the driver and forced him to halt
"Please throw down the box, sir
And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?"
They call him Black Bart P08
The highway bandit, poetry man
Leaving his poem disappeared like a ghost on his own, all on his own
The road he owns
Rise, Black Bart, rise, I'm calling
Calling your spirit out
Dust off your hat and hatchet
There are boxes out there with your name and mark
The road has been cold and lonely
The road has been out of good tales
Let's shake up some dust
We'll be opening the box like before, just like before
And leave a poem
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
But on my corns too long you tread
You fine haired sons of bitches
A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing a long white linen
And a dust flour sack over his head
They call him Black Bart P08
The highway bandit, poetry man
Leaving his poem disappeared
Like a ghost on his own, all on his own
The road he owns
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
But on my corns too long you tread
You fine haired sons of bitches
Written by: Michael Poulsen
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