The Spirit Of The Outlaw letra

I was a pirate captain, on the sea my life was spent
And my ship bore with beauty men with dark intent
I ravaged all the vessels that had 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 spirits 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 gallant highwayman, on the hills my horse did fly
With my sword and brace up pistols I did rob the passers by
Many a lord and merchantmen, 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

The Jolly Rogers - Letras

• Dead Men Tell No Tales
• Elixir
• Five Seamen Bold
• Royal Oak
• Sugar In The Hold
• The Invasion
• The Spirit Of The Outlaw
• There Is a Storm