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Gypsy Biker lyrics
The speculators made their money on the blood you shed
Your momma s pulled the sheets up off your bed
Profiteers on Jane Street sold your shoes and clothes
Ain t nobody talkin because everybody knows
We pulled your cycle out of the garage and polished up the chrome*
Our gypsy biker coming home
Sister Mary sits with your colors,
Brother John is drunk and gone
This old town s been rousted, which side you on?
They would march up over the hill, In some fools parade
Shoutin victory for the righteous
But there ain t muche here but graves
Ain t nobody talkin , we re just waiting on the phone
Our Gypsy biker s coming home
Whoa!
[Guitar solo]
We rode her into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood round her in a circle as she lit up the ravine
The 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 right
You asked me that question, I didn t get it right
You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains
Is my love for you brother, lying still and unchanged
To them that threw you away, you ain t nothing but gone
Our gypsy biker s coming home
And now I m out countin white lines
Countin white lines and getting stoned
My gypsy biker s coming home
Whoa!
[Guitar solo]
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[fades]
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