I'm going to be

and I was a highway man along the coach roads I did ride

With sword and pistol by my side

Many a young maid lost her bibles to my tree

Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade

The bastards hung me in the spring of 25 soldier shed his life blood on my blade.

The bastards hung me in the spring of 25, 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 around the horn to Mexico

I went along to furl the mainsail and a bloke.

And when the yards broke off, they said that I got killed, but I am living still.

I was a damn building across the river deep and wide

We're steel and water didn't collide

A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado

I slipped and fell in to the wind

calm creep below

They buried me in that great tune

That knows no sound

But I'm still around

I'll always be around

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