Highwayman

The highwayman: the highwaymen.
Written by jimmy webb.
(© seventh son music/universal polygram international publishing.)
from "highwaymen", © 1985, columbia.
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 born 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.
I 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.