Justin

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Justin

I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride,
With sword and pistol by my side.
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five:
But I am still alive.

I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide.
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico.
I went aloft and furled the mainsail 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 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.
I'll always be around,.
And around and around and around and around.

I fly a starship 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 and again and again.

psychobilly

I know the song well but the link didnt work for me??? You gotta listen to the road goes on forever and the party never ends, its by the highwaymen, best tune they ever did. If ya find it link it.

Dingle

thats by Robert Earl Keen

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It's a simple question -- if the moon were made of ribs ... would ya eat it? ...I know I would.

whiteROB

quality music,indeed.

psychobilly

only version I ever heard was by the highwaymen good stuff.

Waldo

am i the onlyone who wonders if finger types all that

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