Rolling down the road on my big ole iron horse
Can’t remember the time or day
The sun has come and gone, and tonight I’m all alone
My bones are aching, my mind is frayed
Whiskey and a ginger, yeah, its my elixir
With a cigarette to pass the time
I feel a little better, the minute that we enter
The hotel and close my eyes tonight
I’m a gypsy, I’m a lover
I’m an outlaw without a gun
So don’t ask me, I can’t tell you
The last time I saw the sun
Every night I’m in a groove, I’m always on the move
Every stage begins to look the same
The faces that I see all look so familiar
But I can’t remember the names
There’s a honey looking my direction
She a lip smacking hell of a time
I’ll feel a little better, the minute that I get her to
The hotel, and turn out the lights oh my
I’m a gypsy, I’m a lover
An outlaw without a gun
So don’t ask me, I can’t tell you
The last time I saw the sun
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