‘Highwayman’ – written and performed by Ben Charters, all rights reserved.
Dedicated to anyone who believes freedom, rebellion, and the right to live life your own way!
In another life I might have been a mountain goat
Looking at all the sheep and thinking, they’re some kind of joke
Even in a crowd I was a solitary man
I took the chances that I saw, I took the cash and ran
I’m living like a highwayman, riding with the westward sun
Living like a highwayman, getting away with what I’ve done
Living like a highwayman, looking out the mountainside
Living like a highwayman, daring them all to take me alive
I never asked for nothing, I just took what I could get
And if I’ve got it coming, well it hasn’t got me yet
I’m driven like the winter wind, a loner on the lam
They’re still gunning for me, but they’ll never find out where I am
I’m living like a highwayman, riding with the westward sun
Living like a highwayman, getting away with what I’ve done
Living like a highwayman, looking out the mountainside
Living like a highwayman, daring them all to take me alive
The mountains are my castle and the valleys are my home
And if there’s dirt beneath my feet I’ll never be alone
This country will reclaim its own, and when I’m too old to stand
My body will return to dust and be one with the land
The mountains are my castle, and the valleys are my home
And if there’s dirt beneath my feet I’ll never be alone
This country will reclaim its own, and when I’m too old to stand
My body will return to dust and be one with the land
Done living like a highwayman, riding with the westward sun
Living like a highwayman, getting away with what I’ve done
Living like a highwayman, looking out the mountainside
Living like a highwayman, daring them all to take me alive
I’m living like a highwayman, riding with the westward sun
Living like a highwayman, getting away with what I’ve done
Living like a highwayman, looking out the mountainside
Living like a highwayman, daring them all to take me alive
Dedicated to anyone who believes freedom, rebellion, and the right to live life your own way!
In another life I might have been a mountain goat
Looking at all the sheep and thinking, they’re some kind of joke
Even in a crowd I was a solitary man
I took the chances that I saw, I took the cash and ran
I’m living like a highwayman, riding with the westward sun
Living like a highwayman, getting away with what I’ve done
Living like a highwayman, looking out the mountainside
Living like a highwayman, daring them all to take me alive
I never asked for nothing, I just took what I could get
And if I’ve got it coming, well it hasn’t got me yet
I’m driven like the winter wind, a loner on the lam
They’re still gunning for me, but they’ll never find out where I am
I’m living like a highwayman, riding with the westward sun
Living like a highwayman, getting away with what I’ve done
Living like a highwayman, looking out the mountainside
Living like a highwayman, daring them all to take me alive
The mountains are my castle and the valleys are my home
And if there’s dirt beneath my feet I’ll never be alone
This country will reclaim its own, and when I’m too old to stand
My body will return to dust and be one with the land
The mountains are my castle, and the valleys are my home
And if there’s dirt beneath my feet I’ll never be alone
This country will reclaim its own, and when I’m too old to stand
My body will return to dust and be one with the land
Done living like a highwayman, riding with the westward sun
Living like a highwayman, getting away with what I’ve done
Living like a highwayman, looking out the mountainside
Living like a highwayman, daring them all to take me alive
I’m living like a highwayman, riding with the westward sun
Living like a highwayman, getting away with what I’ve done
Living like a highwayman, looking out the mountainside
Living like a highwayman, daring them all to take me alive
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