The White Buffalo Highwayman lyrics

I was a highwayman
On 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
And 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'm living still.

I was a dam builder
Across this river deep and wide

Where steel and water did collide
In a place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
Then they buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be 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...