Am G F Am
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride,
G F G
Sword and pistol by my side,
Dm Am G F
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade,
Dm Am G F
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade,
Am G F G C
The bastards hung me in the spring of 25,
Am F G
But I am still alive
Am G F Am
I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide,
G F G
With the sea I did abide,
Dm Am G F
I sailed a schooner round the horn of Mexico,
Dm Am G F
I went aloft and furled the main sail in a blow,
Am G F G C
And when the yards broke off they say that I got killed,
Am F G
But I am living still
Am G F Am
I was a dam builder, across a river deep and wide,
G F G
Where steel and water did collide,
Dm Am G F
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado,
Dm Am G F
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below,
Am G F G C
They buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sounds,
Am F G
But I am still around,
C G Am G F Dm
I'll always be around, and around, and around, and around, and around
Am G F Am
I'll fly a starship across the universe divide,
G F G
And when I reach the other side,
Dm Am G F
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can,
Dm Am G F
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again,
Am G F G C
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain,
Am F G
But I will remain,
C G Am G F Am
And I'll be back again, and again, and again, and again, and again