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
I was a highwayman Along the coach roads, I did ride My sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her babbles to my trade Many a soldier shed
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
(Borg/Dregen) I?ve been here, been there I?ve been every god damn where You?re a robber of life And if you were a woman would you be my wife I?
Sara forse il vento che non l'accarezza piu, sara il suo cappello che da un po' non gli sta su, sara quella ruga di ridente nostalgia, o la confusione
Von der Festung drohnt derbe Mannerstimme Rauher kehle Sang, hell die Glaser klingen. Beherrschen dies Gebiet, singen stolz ihr Lied Raubritter, Raubritter
(Strummer/Jones/Campbell) My Daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way And he loved Never loved a shovel Break
I gave up fighting I've come to see these halos. Am I now worse off for this one night? All come enchanted, welcomed by the halos. All the while we know
Je voudrais oublier le soir Ou la raison m?a quittee C?etait pour une sombre histoire D?amour et de c?ur brise Et moi qui suis nee ici Dans cette jungle
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
(Feat. Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Kris Kristofferson) I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many
Hey, you've got an unnerving face And twitching eyes like Norman Bates You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror Farm boy brown gas station sweeper You took
Letra y Musica: Olga Tanon /Jose Luis Morin Verso I Hay que tener cuidado con ese tipo Se pasa en la esquina pugilato Lo que quiere es pasar el rato
Hay que tener cuidado con ese tipo Se pasa en la esquina pugilato Lo que quiere es pasar el rato Usa un antifaz pa? disimular Pre-coro Con la cerveza
Of all things malign, An accident on the assembly line today Cut him to the bone, "But what can you expect from clumsy 8-year-olds?" I'm told. Look outside
Riding across the heavens, the moon is full and round Chasing down his victims, but their bodies... will not be found... Drumming hooves of vengeance