Gypsy Driftin’ Lyrics

I learned quick my eighteenth summer
Digging ditches for the man
You can′t be a guitar strummer
Cussing that shovel in your hand
Took my paycheck to a pawn shop
Bought a Silvertone guitar
Wrote a song about a beer joint
Went and played it in a bar

It's hard as hell out on this highway
But I′m still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
Gypsy drifting down the road

Buses, trucks and lit up stages
Angel faces with no names
Stadiums of saving graces
Stand and sing and wave their flags

It's hard as hell out on this highway
But I'm still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
Gypsy drifting down the road

I go on
When I′m too tired to sleep
And I go on
Sing when I can′t speak
I go on and on and on and on

It's hard as hell out on this highway
But I′m still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
Gypsy drifting down the road

And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
Gypsy drifting down the road
Down the road