The Road to Guysborough

I was headed back home on the Merland Road With my head in the clouds one night Taking each step with the beat of my heart Guided by the pale moonlight I was whistling along with the loons on the lake And thinking 'bout making my plan Next thing you know, I'm suckin' on the knuckles Of a swindling highwayman Well I'll take my rifle, take my pistol I'll take what I can No, I'll never walk the road to Guysborough alone again He had a Colt 45 a-swingin' on his hip And a blackjack in his hand He had a bucktooth grin, a great big chin A limp and a silk armband He said, "Fella don't you know there's trouble in the woods And the trouble in the woods is I? Gimmie your gold, gimmie your liquor. I'll think about letting you by." Well I'll take my rifle, take my pistol I'll take what I can No, I'll never walk the road to Guysborough alone again Well I hit him with the left and the right, alright With fists like cannonballs He turned on a dime and he ran with a shriek That echoed off the Intervale walls I ain't proud of what I did, but I did what I did 'Cause I couldn't miss my chance To take Hopey for a spin on the sawdust floor At Favaro's wedding dance Well I'll take my rifle, take my pistol I'll take what I can No, I'll never walk the road to Guysborough alone again Well I'll take my rifle, take my pistol I'll take what I can No, I'll never walk the road to Guysborough alone again