I was a highwayman
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along the coach roads I did ride
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sword and pistol by my side
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many a young maid lost her baubbles to my trade
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many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade
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the bastards hung me in the spring of '25
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but I am still alive
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I was a sailor
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I was born upon the tide
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the way of the sea I did abide
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I sailed a schooner 'round the horn of mexico
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I went aloft unfurled the mainsail let it blow
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and when the yards broke off they said that i got killed
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but I am living still
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I was a dam builder
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across the river deep and wide
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where steel and water did collide
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a place called boulder on the wild colorado
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I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
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they buried me in that grey tomb that knows no sound
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but I am still around
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I'll always be around and around and around and around and around and around....
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I fly a star ship
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across the universe divide
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and when i reach the other side
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I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
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"PERHAPS" I may become a highwayman again
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or i may simply be a single drop of rain
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but I will remain
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and I'll be back again and again and again...
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Highwayman
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| Willie Nelson |
