The Last Of The Gypsies (Trooper)

He woke up in the back of the van Five in the mornin' With the rest of the band Waitin' for sunrise He picked up his old guitar With five hundred miles left to go He started playin' 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 singin' and dancing 'Cause the last of the gypsies Are comin' 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 slippin' 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 makin' 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 singin' and dancing 'Cause the last of the gypsies Are comin' to town