I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride   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   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 livin' still      I was a dam builder across a river deep and wide   Where steel and water did collide   A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado   I slipped and fell on the wet concrete below   They buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sounds   But I am still around      I'll always be around, and around   And around, and around, and around      I'll 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