| GYPSY DAYS i track every road i travel one mile marker at a time every lonesome highway, fayetteville to anaheim beat-up gibson riding shotgun in a beat-up chevrolet sharing a front seat view of my gypsy days pour my soul out in a song, a little truth in every line shooting straight from the heart, every word genuine some might not understand...you're born to it or you ain't so i don't try to explain these gypsy days this is who i am, a travellin' troubadour livin' one song at a time, my curse and my reward nights in half-filled dives as long as there's a stage and a beer sign to light the way through my gypsy days i'll stop moving i'll stop singing when my resting place is dug music is my mistress...the journey, my drug i warned her not to fall for a ramblin' music man promised i'd come 'round often as i can she sits waiting for that call, but what would i say i live for those neon nights and these gypsy days i live for those neon nights and these gypsy days © 2015 Tim Keesee and floyd jane. Words and music. All rights reserved. |
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