Highwayman

I was a highwayman

Along the coach roads, I did ride

With sword and pistol by my side

Many a young maid lost their baubles to my trade

Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade

They finally hung me in the spring of '25

But I am still alive

I was a sailor

And I was born upon the tide

And with the sea, I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to Mexico

I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow

And when the yards broke off, they say that l got killed

But I'm living still

And I was a dam builder

Across the rivers 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 guess I'll always be around and around and around and around

I'll fly a starship

Across 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 and again

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