Lyrics: Gypsy Biker

The speculators made their money on the blood you shed
Your mama's pulled the sheets up off your bed
Profiteers on Janes Street sold your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talkin' cause everybody knows
We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome*
Our gypsy biker's comin home

Sister Mary sits with your colors, Brother John is drunk and gone
This whole town's been rousted, which side are you on?
They favored march up over the hill, in some fools parade
Shoutin' victory for the righteous but there ain't much to hear but graves
Ain't nobody talkin', we'er just waiting on the phone
Gypsy biker's comin 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 high desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home

[Harmonica bridge]

To the dead 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 unchanged
To them that threw you away, you ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy biker's comin home

now I'm out countin' white lines
Countin' white lines and getting stoned
My gypsy biker's coming home

Whoa!

[Sax solo]

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[fades]