Roger Creager, Gary Nicholson
I left a note on her pillow,
kissed her check and slipped off into the wind.
All she wanted to know last night was when she`d see me again.
If I only knew myself then maybe I could say,
but my empty promises would only fade away into
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Gypsyland,
Where the wheels never stop turning.
Gypsyland,
where the fires never stop burning.
Though it`s hard to understand,
and girl though I`d love to be your man,
I`m lost out here in Gypsyland.
Once I held a woman or should I say she once held me.
Before I knew I could only live a life that`s wild and free.
These days I search the Texas sky
for one bright star to tell me if there`s still a chance
or if I`ve gone too far into
Chorus.
Rolling on night after night
Moving fast traveling light