Story Behind The Song
a ssociopath of yesteryear celebrates his alienation form the rest of mankind.
Song Description
Historical / Philosophical narrative
| Song Length |
2:21 |
Genre |
Folk - Bluegrass, Folk - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
Prisoner, War |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1800 - 1899 |
| |
Lyrics
Rode with Col. Morgan until Morgan was hung
fought rebel indians now the indians are all gone
I still got my pistol and a good horse under me
I am a highwayman so give your gold to me
and many thanks to thee
Hiding in the hills and in the badlands I call home
aint no lawman known to god could ever run me down
I ride & run with desparate men- outlaws just like me
I am a highwayman so give your gold to me
and many thanks to thee
Many year ago I left my beau back in Charleston
soon I was a wanted man in my own home town
She said that she would wait for me 11 year ago
Now she has another man and children of her own
And babies of her own
some men go soldering to hear the cannons roar
Other folks are farmers who plw and till the soil
Some men go sailing on the wild and windy sea
I am a highwayman so give your gold to me
and many thanks to thee