Bruce Springsteen - Gypsy Biker lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Gypsy Biker lyrics]
The speculators made their money on
The blood you shed
Your momma's pulled the sheets
Up off your bed
Profiteers on Jane Street sold
Your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talking because everybody knows
We pulled your cycle up back the
Garage and polished up the chrome
Our gypsy biker coming home
Sister Mary sit's with your colors
But Johnny's drunk and gone
This old town's been rousted
Which side you on?
They would march up over the hill
This old fool's parade
Shouting victory for the righteous
For you must hear the grace
Aren't nobody talking
But just waiting by the phone
Our gypsy biker coming home
Whoa!
We rode into the foothills
Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood around the circle as
She lit up the ravine
The spring hot desert wind rushed down
Us all the way back home
To the dead, well it don't matter much about
Who's wrong or right
You asked me that question
I didn't get it right
You slipped into your darkness
Now all that remains
Is my love for you, brother
Life's still unchanged
To them that threw you away
You ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy biker's coming home
And now I'm out counting white lines
Counting white lines and getting stoned
My gypsy biker's coming home whoa!
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The blood you shed
Your momma's pulled the sheets
Up off your bed
Profiteers on Jane Street sold
Your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talking because everybody knows
We pulled your cycle up back the
Garage and polished up the chrome
Our gypsy biker coming home
Sister Mary sit's with your colors
But Johnny's drunk and gone
This old town's been rousted
Which side you on?
They would march up over the hill
This old fool's parade
Shouting victory for the righteous
For you must hear the grace
Aren't nobody talking
But just waiting by the phone
Our gypsy biker coming home
Whoa!
We rode into the foothills
Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood around the circle as
She lit up the ravine
The spring hot desert wind rushed down
Us all the way back home
To the dead, well it don't matter much about
Who's wrong or right
You asked me that question
I didn't get it right
You slipped into your darkness
Now all that remains
Is my love for you, brother
Life's still unchanged
To them that threw you away
You ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy biker's coming home
And now I'm out counting white lines
Counting white lines and getting stoned
My gypsy biker's coming home whoa!
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la