Meteors The Phantom Rider lyrics

The Phantom Rider by Meteors

The Phantom Rider lyrics

Here's to the robbers of old England 

My horse spits fire when the night is cold
I've been robbing all the gentlefolk since I was nine 
years old
stand and deliver your money or your life
give it up to the phantom rider 

I work along the highways that lead to London town 
taking on the coaches that come from miles around
out from the dark I come pistols In me hands
show your pockets to the phantom rider 

Well I done my best for old King George fighting for 
this land
I got nothing left when I come home except these 
pistols in me hands

I smile at all the ladies as I rob all the gents 
I always was a sinner boys no cause now to repent
and when the all are cursing me and damning me to hell
I say too late for the phantom rider

Well I never robbed nobody that never had enough
carve this on my headstone wont you Fuck life is rough

oh well I hear they wanna hang me a thousand guineas 
paid
l have to watch it now boys coz some one might get 
brave
and for the sake of looking good Ill have to put him in 
his grave
sent to god by the phantom rider

so I am a highwayman I'm living life I'm free 
but I know somewhere there's a rope and its waiting 
just for me 

the magistrate is on my back to see if I should slip 
he wants to bang me up in Newgate jail and swing me 
from the gyb
but as my face is turning blue il spit right in his eye 
there ain't no grave can hold the phantom rider
no you wont catch the phantom rider
you cant hang the phantom rider