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.