From: Locky [email protected]
Am G Am
I was a Highwayman
F C
Along the coach roads I did ride
G F G
My sword and pistol by my side
F C G Am
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
F C G Am
Many a soldier shed his life-blood on my blade
G F G C
The bastards hung me in the spring of ’25
F C G
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
And 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 up 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….
I’ll fly a star-ship
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
I’ll be back again, and again, and again…..