The Highwayman can be short or tall.
Weigh 300 pounds or damn near nothing at all.
He can be any nationality,
creed or color.
There's something special about him,
he's like no other.
From his steel toe boots to his florescence
vest and hat.
He lays his life on the line for all you socializin fat cats.
Cars whizzin by at 90 miles an hour.
People driving recklessly like there is no tomorrow.
He's the Highwayman a special breed you see.
He works hard for just a little bit of money.
Sometimes he gets hurt and sometimes he bleeds.
He's the Highwayman a special breed.
Detours and signs delaying you on your way.
Waving red flags slowing you up,
causing delays.
People mad at you as they drive by.
Hollering out their windows,
cussing you out as they cry.
Ducking and dodging motorist as they fly by.
Some have been run over and others have died.
Society frowns at him,
talks about him and sigh.
But he stays at his job and wipes the dirt from his eyes.
Standin on the road in 90 degree heat.
Works through his half hour lunch and gets nothing to eat.
He's the Highwayman a special breed you see.
He works hard for just a little bit of money.
Sometimes he gets hurt and sometimes he bleeds.
He's the Highwayman a special breed.
Waving his flag or driving his truck.
Lifting a shovel and trying not to get hurt.
Living his life the best way he can.
Providing for his family,
just trying to be a man.
Some of them live alone and work day to day.
Some of them have been forced to live this way.
It's an honest living and one can be proud.
For he is a man,
a true standout.
He's the Highwayman a special breed you see.
He works hard for just a little bit of money.
Sometimes he gets hurt and sometimes he bleeds.
He's the Highwayman a special breed.
Written by Jlivory