The highwayman, he knows you can
See to the bone below his skin
The highwayman, he sings the songs
Of places that he’s never been
He shoulders a load like he’s taken a blow
And he walks with a step that is heavy and slow
The highway man
He calls himself the highwayman

You know, he coulda been someone
He takes what shoulda come to him
You know, he coulda been someone
Instead of what he is
You know, he coulda been someone
He takes what shoulda come to him
You know, he coulda been someone
Instead of, stead of, stead of what he is

The highwayman, he wears his life
All stretched across his hollow eyes
The highwayman, he’s living dead
He’s old and, more, he won’t say why
He’s cold as a night out in 20 below
And he’s mean as a god in a bible and oh,
The highway man
He calls himself the highwayman

You know, he coulda been someone
He takes what shoulda come to him
You know, he coulda been someone
Instead of what he is
You know, he coulda been someone
He takes what shoulda come to him
You know, he coulda been someone
Instead of, stead of, stead of what he is

The highwayman, he’s got a point
Way back from when the point got him
And if he’s left it all behind
Then what’s all that he’s carrying?
He grins like a skull with a rickety mouth
And he laughs like a candle that’s sputtering out
The highway man
He calls himself the highwayman
The highway man
He calls himself the highwayman