Gypsy (Green William Clark)

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.