The Last Of The Gypsies

(albüm: The Last Of The Gypsies - 1989)

He woke up in the back of the van
Five in the morning
With the rest of the band
Waiting for sunrise
He picked up his old guitar

With five hundred miles left to go
He started playing soft and low
He didn't play no rock n' roll
He sang a gypsy song

Ladies, lock up your daughters
Home where they belong
Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright
And the gypsy sings his song

Don't let your restless boys
Be tempted by the sound of singing and dancing
'Cause the last of the gypsies
Are coming to town

As he sat on his suitcase and played
His thoughts started drifting away
Back down the highway
To the night before

To the people, the noise, and the light
And the singing late into the night
And the slipping away
Back to the road

Ladies, lock up your daughters
Hold the brothers down
Don't let 'em go to the show tonight
When the gypsies come to town

He grew up with a need to be free
Just like the gypsies of old used to be
Ain't he just like you and me

So he's out on the road with the boys
Playing their guitars and making noise
Singing their songs every night
Just like a gypsy band

Ladies, lock up your daughters
Home where they belong
Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright
And the gypsy sings his song

Don't let your restless boys
Be tempted by the sound of singing and dancing
'Cause the last of the gypsies
Are coming to town