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