The Last Of The Gypsies

He woke up in the back of the van

Five in the mornin'

With the rest of the band

Waitin' for sunrise

He picked up his old guitar

With five hundred miles left to go

He started playin' soft and low

He didn't play no rock n' roll

He sang a gypsy song

Ladies, lock up your daughters

Home where they belong

Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright

And the gypsy sings his song

Don't let your restless boys

Be tempted by the sound of singin' and dancing

'Cause the last of the gypsies

Are comin' to town

As he sat on his suitcase and played

His thoughts started drifting away

Back down the highway

To the night before

To the people, the noise, and the light

And the singing late into the night

And the slippin' away

Back to the road

Ladies, lock up your daughters

Hold the brothers down

Don't let 'em go to the show tonight

When the gypsies come to town

He grew up with a need to be free

Just like the gypsies of old used to be

Ain't he just like you and me

So he's out on the road with the boys

Playing their guitars and makin' noise

Singing their songs every night

Just like a gypsy band

Ladies, lock up your daughters

Home where they belong

Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright

And the gypsy sings his song

Don't let your restless boys

Be tempted by the sound of singin' and dancing

'Cause the last of the gypsies

Are comin' to town