About the song
There’s something undeniably poignant about a well-told tale, and The Highwayman by The Highwaymen is a masterpiece of storytelling in song. Released in [Year], this country ballad has captured the hearts of listeners for generations, proving that great music knows no age.
The song paints a vivid picture of a romantic outlaw, a highwayman destined for a tragic end. His tale is interwoven with the stories of three other historical figures: a French soldier, a British soldier, and an American Indian. Each verse shifts perspectives, creating a rich tapestry of love, loss, and the passage of time.
The Highwaymen, comprised of country music legends Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, and Kris Kristofferson, brought their unique blend of voices and experiences to this timeless ballad. Their harmonies are as smooth as bourbon, and their storytelling abilities are second to none. The song’s lyrics are filled with vivid imagery and poetic language, transporting listeners to a bygone era.
One of the reasons The Highwayman has endured for so long is its universal themes. The song explores the enduring power of love, the inevitability of fate, and the cyclical nature of history. These are themes that resonate with people of all ages and backgrounds. Whether you’re a lifelong fan of country music or simply appreciate a well-crafted song, The Highwayman is a must-listen.
The Highwayman is more than just a song; it’s a classic. It’s a testament to the enduring power of music to connect people across generations and cultures. The song’s message is timeless, and its melody is unforgettable. It’s a song that will continue to be enjoyed for many years to come.
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Lyrics
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 twenty-five
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
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
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 on the wild 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
I’ll always be around and around and around and around and around and around
I 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
I’ll be back again and again and again and again and again and again
