Roll Gypsy Roll

Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, might of took its toll But the man with the plan says the band has got to go I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Met many a woman on my way down the line Every woman that I met I've left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much well I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, you're promised misery Oh when you're movin' around from town to town Roll ooh roll Made lots of money just how much well I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm goin' I don't know - oh - oh Roll-oh gypsy roll