He woke up in the back of the van
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Five in the mornin'
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With the rest of the band
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Waitin' for sunrise
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He picked up his old guitar
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With five hundred miles left to go
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He started playin' soft and low
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He didn't play no rock n' roll
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He sang a gypsy song
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Ladies, lock up your daughters
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Home where they belong
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Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright
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And the gypsy sings his song
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Don't let your restless boys
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Be tempted by the sound of singin' and dancing
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'Cause the last of the gypsies
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Are comin' to town
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As he sat on his suitcase and played
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His thoughts started drifting away
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Back down the highway
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To the night before
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To the people, the noise, and the light
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And the singing late into the night
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And the slippin' away
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Back to the road
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Ladies, lock up your daughters
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Hold the brothers down
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Don't let 'em go to the show tonight
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When the gypsies come to town
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He grew up with a need to be free
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Just like the gypsies of old used to be
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Ain't he just like you and me
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So he's out on the road with the boys
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Playing their guitars and makin' noise
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Singing their songs every night
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Just like a gypsy band
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Ladies, lock up your daughters
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Home where they belong
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Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright
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And the gypsy sings his song
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Don't let your restless boys
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Be tempted by the sound of singin' and dancing
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'Cause the last of the gypsies
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Are comin' to town
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The Last Of The Gypsies
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| Trooper |
