Highwayman-with-Waylon Jennings,Willie Nelson..

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 soldiers shed his lifeblood
on my blade
The bastards hung me
in the spring of twenty-five
but I m still alive.

I was a sailor I was born
upon the tide
and with the sea I did abide.
I sail a schooner
round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled
the mainsail in a blow.
And when the yards
broke of they said
that i got killed
but I am living still.

I was a dam builder
across the river
deep and wild.
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....