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I was a highwayman |
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Along the coach roads |
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I did ride |
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With sword and pistol by my side |
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Many a young maid lost her baubles 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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And with the sea |
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I did abide |
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I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to |
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MexicoI went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow |
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And when the yards broke off they said that |
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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 |
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Boulder on the wild |
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ColoradoI slipped and fell into the wet concrete below |
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They buried me in that great 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. |
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I'll fly a starship |
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Across the |
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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 |
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I canPerhaps |
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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 againand again, and again, and again, and again... |
