Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, & Kris Kristofferson


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 of 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, 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, and again.

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