Am G F Am
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride
G F G
With 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 C
The bastards hung me, in the spring of twenty-five
F G
But I am still a-live.
Am G F Am
I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide
G F G
And with the sea I did a-bide.
Dm Am G F
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexi-co
Dm Am G F
I went a-loft and furled the mainsail in a blow
Am G F C
And when the yards broke off, they said that I got killed
F G
But I am living still.
Am G F Am
I was a dam builder, across the river deep and wide.
G F G
Where steel and water did collide.
Dm Am G F
A place called Boulder on the wild Colo-rado
Dm Am G F
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
Am G F C
They buried me, in that great tomb that knows no sound
F G
But I am still a-round..
G C G F Em Dm
I'll always be a-round and a-round
Am G F Am
I fly a starship across the Universe di-vide
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 a-gain
Am G F Am
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
G F G
But I, will re-main
G C G F Em Dm
And I'll be back a-gain, and a-gain and a-gain and a-gain and a-gain..
