Gypsy Driftin

[Verse 1] I learned quick my eighteenth summer Digging ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussing that shovel in your hand [Verse 2] Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a Silver tone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint Went and played it in a bar [Chorus] It's hard as hell out on this highway But I'm still addicted to the show When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me A gypsy drifting down the road [Verse 3] Buses, trucks and lit up stages Angel faces with no names Stadium of saving graces Stand and singing with a flame [Chorus] [Bridge] I go on when I'm too tired to sleep And I go on, sing when I can't speak I go on and on and on and on [Verse 4] It's hard as hell out on this highway But I'm still addicted to the show When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me A gypsy drifting down the road And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me A gypsy drifting down the road, down the road