outlaw country
A revolutionary style of country which originated in the 1970's, Outlaw Country bucked the softer Nashville sound of the time with equal parts traditional Honky Tonk, Folk storytelling, and counter-culture attitude. Outlaw Country artists would grow their hair long and write songs about drinking, all while backed by instrumentation far barer than the lush orchestration that was typical of the Nashville sound of the era. Although replaced on the charts by new styles Read Full BioA revolutionary style of country which originated in the 1970's, Outlaw Country bucked the softer Nashville sound of the time with equal parts traditional Honky Tonk, Folk storytelling, and counter-culture attitude. Outlaw Country artists would grow their hair long and write songs about drinking, all while backed by instrumentation far barer than the lush orchestration that was typical of the Nashville sound of the era. Although replaced on the charts by new styles, Outlaw Country has proven to be a long lasting and vastly influential, vital to any understanding of country as a whole.
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Highwayman
The Highwaymen Lyrics
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 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
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 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
I'll be back again and again and again and again and again and again
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Jimmy Webb
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Raider Joe
This one is for Orio Palmer, Batallion 7 Chief of FDNY.
I was a fire chief.
Into the Towers I did go.
And my fear I did not show,
We looked for survivors among the smoke and all the flames,
We refused to leave if someone still remained.
And there we stayed until the Towers fell to the ground.
But I am still around.
Rest in peace, Chief Palmer. You are remembered.
MRAeditzz
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 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
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 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
I'll be back again and again and again and again and again and again
Monjurul Ekram
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 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
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
Soldier DJT
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 '25
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
With the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner 'round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft to furl 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 and around and around
I'll 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 come back again, and again
And again and again and again and again
And again
Warlock
My dad was in the Vietnam war. He was in the Navy; Later he became a truck driver and had me. I listened to this song when I was 3 or 4 inside his 18 wheeler.... I miss him so much... This song will always be in my heart.
Leigh Jordine
I have similar experience Bro👍
Nick Baldwin
He misses you too bub be safe man
marc layne
God Bless....100% disabled US Army veteran....
mark ogrodny
Respect!
Sixty-Nine
Did he make it
Polar Da Bear
I accidentally left Rebel Radio on in GTA and heard this.
AMAZING MASTERPIECE!
The most calm song ever.
Kokopilau77
@blank expression in Mafia 3, it was Paint it Black and Sympathy for the Devil when on a killing spree.
rvm 83
rebel radio is my fav station in that game 😆
james cloutier
@Unicron76 facts 🙏🏿