Ridin` on a greyhound, countin` those white lines
Destination I don`t know and I`m feelin` like I`m dyin`
Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll
But the man with the plan says the band has got to go
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord just pick up your bags and go
Met many a woman on my way down the line
Every woman that I met I left satisfied
I made lots of money, just how much I don`t know
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord just pick up your bags and go
Gypsy`s life`s a story and its one that`s never told
He`s always hungry, he`s always on the go
With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be
When you`re moving around from town to town
Made lots of money just how much I don`t know
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose
And maybe that`s the reason I don`t know where I`m going
I don`t know