(Andy Prieboy)
The wind is a warning these fields turn 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
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
Loving the highway man...
