Gypsy Biker

Intro: } w/ harmonica The speculators made their money On the blood you shed Your Mama's pulled the sheets up off your bed The profiteers on Jane Street Sold your shoes and clothes Ain't nobody talking 'cause everybody knows We pulled your cycle up at the garage And polished up the chrome Our Gypsy biker's comin' home Sister Mary sits with your colors Brother John is drunk and gone This whole town's been rousted Which side you on The favored march up over the hill In some fools parade Shoutin' victory for the righteous There ain't much here but graves Ain't nobody talkin' We're just waitin' on the phone Our Gypsy biker is comin' home Instrumental: } x2 We rode her into the foothills Bobby brought the gasoline We stood 'round the circle As she lit the ravine The spring high desert wind Rushed down on us all the way back home Instrumental: w/ harmonica To the dead 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 Lying still and unchanged To them that threw you away You ain't nothin' but gone Our Gypsy biker is comin' home Now I'm out countin' white lines Countin' white lines and getting stoned My Gypsy biker is coming home. Instrumental: } x2 (background: La La La La .....) Fade on: ....