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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 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 'round
And 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
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
- Álbum:
- Demos
- Extras
- The Cedar Creek Sessions
- Let the Music Play
- Feeling Mortal
- Closer To The Bone
- Miscellaneous
- Third World Warrior
- Repossessed
- To The Bone
- Shake Hands With The Devil
- Easter Island
- Surreal Thing
- Border Lord
- Jesus Was A Capricorn
- The Silver Tongued Devil and I
- A Moment Of Forever
- Live at the Philharmonic
- Live at RCA Studios 1972
- Live at the Big Sur Folk Festival