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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, might of 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've left satisfied
I made lots of money, just how much well 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, you're promised misery
Oh when you're movin' around from town to town
Roll ooh roll
Made lots of money just how much well 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 goin'
I don't know - oh - oh
Roll-oh gypsy roll
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