I was a highwayman Along the coachroads I did ride With sword and pistol at my side Many of young maid lost their baubles to my trade Many of soldier shed his life blood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of 25 But I'm still alive I was a sailor I was born upon the tide And with the sea I did abide Sailed my schooner 'round the horn to mexico I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow When the yards broke off they said that I got killed But I am living still I was a damn builder Across the river deep and wide Where steel and water did colide A place called boulder on the wild colorado I slipped and fell into that wet concrete below They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound But I'm still around Oh, I'll always be around And around, and around, and around, And around, and around, and around I fly a starship Across the universe divide When I reach the other side 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 I'll be back again And again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again