The Jolly Rogers - The Spirit Of The Outlaw lyrics
[The Jolly Rogers - The Spirit Of The Outlaw lyrics]
I was a pirate captain
On the sea my life was spent
And my ship bore with beauty
Men of dark intent
I ravaged all the vessels that
I met upon the sea
And gave no quarter to the crews
I laughed at every plea
They sent three ships to find me
I was taken by blockade!
Executioner’s Dock is where I hung
And there my body stayed
But my spirit is not dead
So do not say farewell
But rather look for my return
For I find no rest in Hеll
And I was a gallant highwayman
O’er the hills my horse did fly!
With my sword and bracе of pistols
I did rob the passersby
Many a lord and merchantman
Died as I plied my trade
With every death and theft I became
The scourge of the king’s highway!
They sent a company of soldiers
Who took me in a fight
And the watching mob cheered lustily
When I hung from the scaffold high!
But my spirit is not dead
So do not say farewell
But rather look for my return
For I find no rest in Hell
And I was a hunted outlaw
My six-gun spoke for me
I’ve killed close to thirty men
Some just to see them bleed!
I stalked the rails that cut the west
I’ve robbed many a train
The telegraph spread news of me
They posted my face and name
They sent a sheriff and his posse
Who ran me to the ground
And the dust filled my gaping mouth
When I hung in that tiny town
But my spirit is not dead
So do not say farewell
But rather look for my return
For I find no rest in Hell
And I was a famous gangster
Wanted by the Feds
Because the blast of my Tommy gun
Left so many dead!
The papers called me The Butcher
And that name I surely earned
I owned half the city
The other half I burned
They sent the T-men after me
"guilty" the jury’s vote
And the priest asked God’s mercy as
The noose bit into my throat
But my spirit is not dead
So do not say farewell
But rather look for my return
For I find no rest in Hell
And I’m a pirate once again
Stalking the seas once more!
No press of sail above my head
But hear my engines roar!
My cannon are now rockets, my pistol an AK
But I still steal those merchant ships
And make their owners pay
They sent their navy’s destroyers but
They haven’t caught me yet!
And so I still hunt the waves
Until my match is met
And when that match is found
They’ll put me down once more
And I’ll rise up just as I
Did a thousand times before
On the sea my life was spent
And my ship bore with beauty
Men of dark intent
I ravaged all the vessels that
I met upon the sea
And gave no quarter to the crews
I laughed at every plea
They sent three ships to find me
I was taken by blockade!
Executioner’s Dock is where I hung
And there my body stayed
But my spirit is not dead
So do not say farewell
But rather look for my return
For I find no rest in Hеll
And I was a gallant highwayman
O’er the hills my horse did fly!
With my sword and bracе of pistols
I did rob the passersby
Many a lord and merchantman
Died as I plied my trade
With every death and theft I became
The scourge of the king’s highway!
They sent a company of soldiers
Who took me in a fight
And the watching mob cheered lustily
When I hung from the scaffold high!
But my spirit is not dead
So do not say farewell
But rather look for my return
For I find no rest in Hell
And I was a hunted outlaw
My six-gun spoke for me
I’ve killed close to thirty men
Some just to see them bleed!
I stalked the rails that cut the west
I’ve robbed many a train
The telegraph spread news of me
They posted my face and name
They sent a sheriff and his posse
Who ran me to the ground
And the dust filled my gaping mouth
When I hung in that tiny town
But my spirit is not dead
So do not say farewell
But rather look for my return
For I find no rest in Hell
And I was a famous gangster
Wanted by the Feds
Because the blast of my Tommy gun
Left so many dead!
The papers called me The Butcher
And that name I surely earned
I owned half the city
The other half I burned
They sent the T-men after me
"guilty" the jury’s vote
And the priest asked God’s mercy as
The noose bit into my throat
But my spirit is not dead
So do not say farewell
But rather look for my return
For I find no rest in Hell
And I’m a pirate once again
Stalking the seas once more!
No press of sail above my head
But hear my engines roar!
My cannon are now rockets, my pistol an AK
But I still steal those merchant ships
And make their owners pay
They sent their navy’s destroyers but
They haven’t caught me yet!
And so I still hunt the waves
Until my match is met
And when that match is found
They’ll put me down once more
And I’ll rise up just as I
Did a thousand times before