The Last Of The Gypsies

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