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Volbeat is a Danish rock band formed in Copenhagen. They play a fusion of rock and roll, heavy metal, punk and rockabilly. They are inspired by classic rock and roll artists such as Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash, as well as more contemporary hard rock, heavy metal and punk rock bands, such as Social Distortion, The Misfits and Metallica. Their line-up consists of vocalist and guitarist Michael Poulsen, bassist Anders Kjølholm and drummer Jon Larsen. The band is signed to Dutch label Mascot Records and has released four studio albums and one DVD. All of their studio albums were certified gold in Denmark. Their second album Rock the Rebel/Metal the Devil received platinum status, and their latest release Beyond Hell/Above Heaven was subject to widespread intern… more »

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2013

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A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
Wearing 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 madame please I don't 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 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

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