Ridin´ on a greyhound, countin´ those white lines
Destination I don´t know and I´m feelin´ like I´m dyin´
Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll
But the man with the plan says the band has got to go
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord just pick up your bags and go

Met many a woman on my way down the line
Every woman that I met I left satisfied
I made lots of money, just how much I don´t know
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord just pick up your bags and go

Gypsy´s life´s a story and its one that´s never told
He´s always hungry, he´s always on the go
With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be
When you´re moving around from town to town

Made lots of money just how much I don´t know
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose
And maybe that´s the reason I don´t know where I´m going
I don´t know