Gypsy Biker

Intro:              }  w/ harmonica The speculators made their money On the blood you shed         Your Mama’s pulled the sheets up off your bed                     The profiteers on Jane Street Sold your shoes and clothes         Ain’t nobody talking ’cause everybody knows      We pulled your cycle up at 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 you on    The favored march up over the hill In some fools parade        Shoutin’ victory for the righteous There ain’t much here but graves       Ain’t nobody talkin’   We’re just waitin’ on the phone       Our Gypsy biker is comin’ home         Instrumental:                 } x2 We rode her into the foothills Bobby brought the gasoline            We stood ’round the circle As she lit  the ravine   The spring high desert wind Rushed down on us all the way back home                     Instrumental:              w/ harmonica 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 and unchanged To them that threw you away You ain’t nothin’ but gone   Our Gypsy biker is comin’ home        Now I’m out countin’ white lines Countin’ white lines and getting stoned          My Gypsy biker   is coming home.         Instrumental:                  } x2      (background: La La La La .....) Fade on:              ....