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 LIFE-BLOOD ON MY BLADE THE BASTARDS HUNG ME IN THE SPRING OF 25 BUT I AM STLL ALIVE. I WAS A SAILOR. I WAS BORN ON THE TIDE AND WITH THE SEA I DID ABIDE. I SAILED A SCOONER ROUND THE HORN OF MEXICO I WENT ALOFT AND UNFURLED THE MAINSAIL IN A BOW AND WHEN THE YARDS BROKE OFF THEY SAID THAT I GOT KILLED BUT I AM LIVING STILL. I WAS A DAM-BUILDER ACROSS THE RIVER DEEP AND WIDE WHERE STEEL AND WATER DID COLLIDE A PLACE CALLED BOULDER COLORADO I SLIPPED AND FELL INTO THE WET CONCRETE BELOW THEY BURIED ME IN THAT GREAT TOMB THAT KNOWS NO SOUND BUT I AM STILL AROUND, AND AROUND...AND AROUND. I FLY A STARSHIP ACROSS THE UNIVERSE DIVIDE. AND WHEN I REACH THE OTHER SIDE ILL FIND A PLACE TO REST MY SPIRIT IF I CAN PERHAPS I MAY BE A HIGHWAYMAN AGAIN OR I MAY BE A SIMPLE DROP OF RAIN BUT I WILL REMAIN AND ILL BE BACK AGAIN, AND AGAIN AND AGAIN... -Johnny Cash and his Highwaymen
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 12:20:48 +0000
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