I WAS A HIGHWAYMAN
ALONG THE COACH ROADS
I DID RIDE
WITH SWORD AND PISTOL
BY MY SIDE
MANY A YOUNG MAID
LOST HER BAUBLES TO MY TRADE
MANY A SOLDIER
SHED HIS LIFEBLOOD
ON MY BLADE
THE BASTARDS HUNG ME
IN THE SPRING OF TWENTY-FIVE
BUT I AM STILL ALIVE
I WAS A SAILOR
I WAS BORNE UPON THE TIDE
AND WITH THE SEA I DID ABIDE
I SAILED A SCHOONER
'ROUND THE HORN TO MEXICO
I WENT ALOFT AND FURLED
THE MAINSAIL IN A BLOW
AND WHEN
THE YARDS BROKE OFF
THEY SAID THAT I GOT KILLED
BUT I AM LIVING STILL
I WAS A DAM BUILDER
ACROSS THE RIVER
DEEP AND WIDE
WHERE STEEL AND WATER
DID COLLIDE
A PLACE CALLED BOULDER
ON THE WILD COLORADO
I SLIPPED AND FELL INTO
THE WET CONCRETE BELOW
THEY BURIED ME
IN THAT GREAT TOMB
THAT KNOWS NO SOUND
BUT I AM STILL AROUND
I'LL ALWAYS BE AROUND
AND AROUND AND AROUND
AND AROUND AND AROUND
AND AROUND
I FLY A STARSHIP
'CROSS THE UNIVERSE DIVIDE
AND WHEN I REACH
THE OTHER SIDE
I'LL FIND A PLACE
TO REST MY SPIRIT, IF I CAN
PERHAPS I MAY BECOME
A HIGHWAYMAN AGAIN
OR I MAY SIMPLY BE
A SINGLE DROP OF RAIN
BUT I WILL REMAIN
I'LL BE BACK AGAIN AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN AND AGAIN