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Bm7 A G Bm7 I was a highwayman along the coach roads I did ride A G D A with sword and pistol by my side Em Bm7 A G Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade. Em Bm7 A G Many a soldier lost his lifeblood on my blade. Bm7 A G A D The bastards hung me in the spring of '25 G A But I am still alive. Bm7 A G Bm7 I was a sailor; I was born upon the tide A G D A with the sea I did abide Em Bm7 A G I sailed a schooner round the horn of Mexico Em Bm7 A G I went aloft to 'furl the mainsail in a 'blow Bm7 A G A D and when the yards broke off they said that I got killed G A But I am living still. Bm7 A G Bm7 I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide A G D A where steel and water did collide Em Bm7 A G A place called Boulder on the wide Colorado Em Bm7 A G I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below Bm7 A G A D They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound G A But I am still around D D/C# Bm7 A G D/F# Em I'll always be around and around and around and around and around G A D Bm7 A G Bm7 I fly a starship across the universe divide A G D A and when I reach the other side Em Bm7 A G I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Em Bm7 A G Perhaps I may become a highwayman again Bm7 A G A D or I may simply be a single drop of rain G A But I will remain D D/C# Bm7 A G D/F# Em and I'll be back again and again and again and again and again G A D
Written by Willie nelson, kris kristoffersonm waylon jennings e johnny cash
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