Highwayman (Jimmy Webb) I was a highwayman along the coach roads I did ride Sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles (?) to my trade Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade The bastards hung me in the Spring of 25 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 to furl the main sail 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 o'er 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... I fly a star ship 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. JO oct00
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