Tuesday, November 1, 2011

TFT: The Highwaymen


Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.


Highwayman
The Highwaymen
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

I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner around the Horn of 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

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

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
And again
And again


Born and Raised in Black and White
The Highwaymen
The wind blows hard
Across the Texas plains
Makes some people
Go insane
While others quietly
Pray for rain
That’s where we came from

Two boys playin’ in the burnin’ sun
One with books
One with guns
Mama calls
But just one comes
The other one runs

In a crystal sense
Of wrong and right
We were born and raised
In black and white
One learned to pray
One learned to fight
We were born and raised
In black and white
We were born and raised
In black and white

Brother took to the Gospel road
Spent his whole life savin’ souls
When he looked at me
His blood ran cold
He didn’t even try

I had no dreams
I had no plans
But a gun felt good
In my right hand
The warden asked
How come you killed that man
I said I don’t know why

Welcome home
Said the hot moonlight
We were born and raised
In black and white
One lives to pray
One prays for life
We were born and raised
In black and white
We were born and raised
In black and white

Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my mortal soul be blessed
By someone close to me

He came to me with tremblin’ hands
He swore he’d never understand
I said it’s just what life had planned
It’s destiny

Don’t waste your tears
On me tonight
We were born and raised
In black and white
I chose the dark
You chased the Light
We were born and raised
In black and white
We were born and raised
In black and white

The wind blows hard
Across the Texas plains
Makes some people
Go insane
While others quietly
Pray for rain

Lyrics From: [Cowboy Lyrics]

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8 comments:

  1. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Adullamite!!! Please hang on. Disco is coming soon.

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  2. I'm sure the songs are great but I'm not in the mood to listen today...

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  3. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Grace!!! I hope you get to feeling better soon.

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  4. I think you need to lighten up on the country music now...

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  5. how did I miss this yesterday?

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  6. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Grace!!! I am glad to see that you are feeling better.

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  7. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Ann!!! You may have been too busy trying to come up with nothing to say.

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