High Sheriff of Hazard Lyrics

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Now the High Sheriff of Hazard is a hard working man.
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To be a fine sheriff is his only plan.
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With his hands in our pockets he takes what he can,
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For he's the High Sheriff of Hazard.

He looked through my pockets, and 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.