The White Buffalo - Highway man

^BmI was a ^Ahighwayman ^GOn the coach roads I did ^Bmride ^AWith sword and ^Gpistol by my^A side ^EmMany a y^Doung maid lost her ^Abaubles to my^G trade ^EmMany a s^Doldier shed his^A lifeblood on m^Gy blade ^BmThe bastards ^Ahung me in the^G spring of twenty-fi^Ave ^DBut I am still^A alive.

^BmI was a ^Asailor ^GAnd I was born upon the ^Bmtide ^AAnd with the s^Gea I did abide. ^{A Em}I sailed a sc^Dhooner round the ^AHorn to Me^Gxico ^EmI went aloft ^Dto furled the mai^Ansail in a ^Gblow ^BmAnd when the ^Ayards broke off they^G said that I got kil^Aled ^DBut I'm living^A still.

^BmI was a ^Adam builder ^GAcross this river deep and ^Bmwide ^AWhere steel and ^Gwater did collid^Ae ^EmIn a place called ^DBoulder on the^A wild Color^Gado ^EmI slipped and ^Dfell into the wet con^Acrete below ^{G Bm}Then they bur^Aied me in that grea^Gt tomb that knows n^Ao sound ^DBut I am still^A around I'll always be ^Bmaround, and a^Around, and a^Ground, and a^Around

^AAnd when I r^Geach the other side^{A Em}I'll find a p^Dlace to rest my ^Aspirit if I can ^{G Em}Perhaps I may^D become a h^Aighwayman aga^Gin ^EmOr I may ^Dsimply be a ^Asingle drop of rain ^{G D}But I will ^Aremain And I'll be back ^Bmagain, and ^Aagain, and ^Gagain, and a^Again