Gypsy Biker
Bruce Springstee n
The speculators made
their money on the blood
you shed
Your momma's pulled the
sheets up off your bed
Profiteers on Jhames Street
sold your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talkin'
because everybody knows
We pulled your cycle up back
the garage and
polished up the chrome
Our gypsy biker coming home
Sister Mary sits
with your colors
but Johnny's drunk and gone
This old town's been rousted
which side you on
They would march up
over the hill
this old fools parade
Shouting victory
for the righteous
for you must hear the grace
Ain't nobody talkin'
but just waiting on the phone
Gypsy biker coming home
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We rode into the foothills
Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood around the circle
as she lit up the ravine
The spring hot desert wind
rushed down on us
all the way back home
To the dead
well it don't matter much
'bout who's wrong or right
You asked me that question
I didn't get it right
You slipped into your darkness
now all that remains
Is my love for you brother
life's still unchanged
To him that threw you away
you ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy biker's coming home
And now I'm out
countin' white lines
Countin' white lines
and getting stoned
My gypsy biker's coming home