Gypsy Driftin'

I learned quick my eighteenth summer
Diggin' ditches for the man
You can't be a guitar strummer
Cussin' that shovel in your hand

Took my paycheck to a pawn shop
Bought a silvertone guitar
Wrote a song about a beer joint
Went and played it in a bar
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[02:12.28][01:10.46]It's hard as hell out on this highway
[02:19.33][01:17.55]But I'm still addicted to the show
[02:25.61][01:23.66]When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
[02:34.53][01:32.68]A gypsy driftin' down the road

Buses, trucks and lit up stages
Angel faces with no names
Stadium of savin' graces
Stand and singing with a flame

I go on when I'm too tired to sleep
And I go on, sing when I can't speak
I go on and on and on and on

And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
A gypsy driftin' down the road