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 '25
BUT I AM STILL ALIVE
I WAS A SAILOR
I WAS BORN
UPON THE TIDE
WITH THE SEA I DID ABIDE
I SAILED A SCHOONER
'ROUND THE HORN
OF MEXICO
I WENT ALOFT
TO FURL THE MAINSAIL
IN A BLOW
AND WHEN THE YARDS
BROKE OFF
THEY SAID THAT
I GOT KILLED
BUT I AM LIVIN' 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 GRAY 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'LL 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
AND I'LL BE BACK
AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN