Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Endurance

For some reason the song "Highwayman"--the version sung by Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Kris Kristofferson and the Man in Black--had me nearly in tears as I walked to the train this morning:

Willie:

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

Kris:

I was a sailor.
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.

Waylon:

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around . . .
I'll always be around . . . and around and around and around and around.

Johnny:

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again . . .


Damn. I'm getting chills just reading it again right now.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Christopher said...

George the Dog wants to know why I'm singing one song in four different voices, and also says that my Kris Kristofferson imitation needs work. I told him it was your fault.

10:51 AM  
Blogger Dave said...

No one does Kristofferson right. He's some sort of trickster figure, I've decided. A scary benefactor.

11:30 AM  
Blogger haddayr said...

I'm supposed to be taking a break from online stuff but when you bring up my dear boy Willie I cannot keep silent.

This song also has always really gotten me, too. Even moreso now.

5:17 PM  
Blogger Dave said...

I think that's why it got to me too, Haddayr. It's strange how often small reminders of what we've lost often hit the hardest.

3:40 PM  

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