I was a highwayman Along the coach roads I did ride With the sword and pistol by my side And many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade And many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade They fin'lly hung me in the spring of '25 But I am still alive I was a sailor And 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 to furl the mainsail in a blow And when the yards broke off they say that I got k**ed 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 Seems like it all goes 'round and 'round And 'round and 'round I'll fly a starship Across the universe divide Until 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.