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The speculators made their money on the blood you shed<br>Your momma´s pulled the sheets up off your bed<br>Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and clothes<br>Ain´t nobody talkin´ because everybody knows<br>We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome*<br>Our gypsy biker coming home<br><br>Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny´s drunk and gone<br>This old town´s been rousted, which side you on?<br>They would march up over the hill, this old fools parade<br>Shouting victory for the righteous for you must hear the grace<br>Ain´t nobody talkin´, but just waiting on the phone<br>Gypsy biker coming home<br><br>Whoa!<br><br>[Guitar solo]<br><br>We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline<br>We stood around the circle as she lit up the ravine<br>The spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home<br><br>[Harmonica bridge]<br><br>To the dead, well it don´t matter much ´bout who´s wrong or right<br>You asked me that question, I didn´t get it right<br>You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains<br>Is my love for you brother, life´s still unchanged<br>To him that threw you away, you ain´t nothing but gone<br>My gypsy biker´s coming home<br><br>And now I´m out countin´ white lines<br>Countin´ white lines and getting stoned<br>My gypsy biker´s coming home<br><br>Whoa!<br><br>[Guitar solo]<br><br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>[fades]
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The speculators made their money on the blood you shed<br>Your momma´s pulled the sheets up off your bed<br>Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and clothes<br>Ain´t nobody talkin´ because everybody knows<br>We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome*<br>Our gypsy biker coming home<br><br>Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny´s drunk and gone<br>This old town´s been rousted, which side you on?<br>They would march up over the hill, this old fools parade<br>Shouting victory for the righteous for you must hear the grace<br>Ain´t nobody talkin´, but just waiting on the phone<br>Gypsy biker coming home<br><br>Whoa!<br><br>[Guitar solo]<br><br>We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline<br>We stood around the circle as she lit up the ravine<br>The spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home<br><br>[Harmonica bridge]<br><br>To the dead, well it don´t matter much ´bout who´s wrong or right<br>You asked me that question, I didn´t get it right<br>You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains<br>Is my love for you brother, life´s still unchanged<br>To him that threw you away, you ain´t nothing but gone<br>My gypsy biker´s coming home<br><br>And now I´m out countin´ white lines<br>Countin´ white lines and getting stoned<br>My gypsy biker´s coming home<br><br>Whoa!<br><br>[Guitar solo]<br><br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>La la la la<br>[fades]
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