Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gypsy, artist - William Clark Green. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Gypsy |
| I’m driving down the highway with nowhere to go |
| Another tune comes on that old broke down radio |
| This one’s for the gypsy that never could come clean |
| Tied up in the wine and all the mescaline |
| She never felt lonesome just a happy flower child |
| Influenced by the drugs in her compost pile |
| She’s never one to ask, beg, or plead |
| Because the moonshine and the refer is the only thing she needs |
| I lost my mind but not my will |
| Come on gypsy to the moonshine still |
| I need a drink before I go insane |
| We’ll watch the chickens peck around the farm |
| Sing with the crickets on the front yard |
| We’ll toast the clouds feeling no pain |
| And we’ll dance in the rain |
| Sometimes I wonder why I lead this life |
| Broke down in the honky-tonks damn near every night |
| I’m nothing worth saving, I’m nothing worth grace |
| Another bar another town, same old lines with a different face |
| I lost my mind but not my will |
| Come on gypsy to the moonshine still |
| I need a drink before I go insane |
| We’ll watch the chickens peck around the farm |
| Sing with the crickets on the front yard |
| We’ll toast the clouds feeling no pain |
| And we’ll dance in the rain |