The Spirit Of The Outlaw

I was a pirate captain, on the sea my life was spent

And my ship bore with beauty men with dark intent

I ravaged all the vessels that had upon the sea

And gave no quarter to the crews I laughed at every plea

They sent three ships to find me, I was taken by blockade

Executioner's dock is where I hung, and there my body stayed

But my spirits is not dead, so do not say farewell

But rather look for my return for I find no rest in hell

And I was a gallant highwayman, on the hills my horse did fly

With my sword and brace up pistols I did rob the passers by

Many a lord and merchantmen, died as I plied my trade

With every death and theft I became, the scourge of the king’s highway

They sent a company of soldiers, who took me in a fight

And the watching mob cheered lustily, when I hung from the scaffold high

But my spirit is not dead, so do not say farewell

But rather look for my return, for I find no rest in hell

And I was a hunted outlaw, my six-gun spoke for me

I’ve killed close to thirty men, some just to see them bleed

I stalked the rails that cut the west, I’ve robbed many a train

The telegraph spread news of me, they posted my face and name

They sent a sheriff and his posse, who ran me to the ground

And the dust filled my gaping mouth, when I hung in that tiny town

But my spirit is not dead, so do not say farewell

But rather look for my return, for I find no rest in hell

And I was a famous gangster, wanted by the feds

Because the blast of my tommy gun, left so many dead

The papers called me the butcher and that name I surely earned

I owned half the city, the other half I burned

They sent the t-men after me, guilty the jury’s vote

And the priest asked God’s mercy, as the noose bit into my throat

But my spirit is not dead, so do not say farewell

But rather look for my return, for I find no rest in hell

And I'm a pirate once again, stalking the seas once more

No press of sail above my head, but hear my engines roar

My cannon are now rockets, my pistol an ak

But I still steal those merchant ships, and make their owners pay

They sent their navy’s destroyers, but they haven’t caught me yet

And so I still hunt the waves, until my match is met

And when that match is found, they’ll put me down once more

And I’ll rise up just as I did a thousand times before