(andy prieboy)
the wind is a warning
these fields turn to to sand
my family will not answer me now
damned damned damned i am
loving the highway man
damned damned damned i am
loving the highway man
damned damned damned i am
loving the highway man
don't say where this ring came from
from whose shaking hands
don't say who lies bleeding for me
damned damned damned i am
loving the highway man
damned damned damned i am
loving the highway man
there's a hole in the ceiling
there's no pleasure in my gain
my heart is in prison
damned damned damned i am
loving the highway man
damned damned damned i am
loving the highway man |