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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGypsy Biker
Gypsy BikerThe speculators made their money on the blood you shedYour momma's pulled the sheets up off your bedProfiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and clothesAin't nobody talkin' because everybody knowsWe pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome*Our gypsy biker coming homeSister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and goneThis old town's been rousted, which side you on?They would march up over the hill, this old fools paradeShouting victory for the righteous for you must hear the graceAin't nobody talkin', but just waiting on the phoneGypsy biker coming homeWhoa![Guitar solo]We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasolineWe stood around the circle as she lit up the ravineThe spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home[Harmonica bridge]To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or rightYou asked me that question, I didn't get it rightYou slipped into your darkness, now all that remainsIs my love for you brother, life's still unchangedTo him that threw you away, you ain't nothing but goneMy gypsy biker's coming homeAnd now I'm out countin' white linesCountin' white lines and getting stonedMy gypsy biker's coming homeWhoa![Sax solo][fades]
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