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 '25
And I was a sailor, and I was borne 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
And 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
I guess I'll always be around
And around and around and around and around
I'll 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
Or perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again