PALE MOON RIDER
(song lyrics)
Highwaymen are coming.
They're on a dead run through the cane break.
Hide all the women and the silver and the gold,
Highwaymen, on the road.
Don't you be fooled by all those fancy clothes,
He's a highwayman and he's a rogue.
You better keep looking over your shoulder.
You better keep looking over your shoulder.
You better keep looking over your shoulder.
Pale Moon Rider's on the way.
Tomorrow you'll have nothing,
When that Pale Moon Rider rides away.
Heard it all from old man Swaney.
He said, "Pretty bad 'bout eighteen and three,"
That thing with Sam Mason in the courtyard.
Till Little Harp he's hanging in a tree.
Somewhere up around Greenville,
They hung that Little Harp in a tree, Yes indeed.
Highwaymen are coming.
They're on a dead run through the cane break.
Hide all the women and the silver and the gold
Highwaymen, on the road.
Don't you be fooled by all those fancy clothes,
He's a highwayman.
Gettin' pretty dark
Wish I was home
What was that?
Highwaymen are coming
They're on a dead run through the cane break
Hide all the women and the silver and the gold
Highwaymen on the road...
Highwaymen on the road...
Highwaymen on the road...
"PALE MOON RIDER"
Copyright © 1994 James Edward Thomas, Jr.