I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side

And many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
And many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade
They finally hung me in the spring of '25
But I am still alive

I was a sailor
And I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to Mexico
I went aloft to furl 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
It all goes round and round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round
Bah, bum-dudum duduh-doh

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 still remain
I'll be back again