Oaks Bentley - Gypsy Man Lyrics

Gypsy man
I walk this lonely road
Yeah I'm a Gypsy man
I tell my stories for gold
Come one come all
Tell everyone you know
Because I don't know when
I'll be forced to go
I'm just a poor old Gypsy man

Walking down the road we saw some boys
They were fighting over two of the same toy
I went over just to see
Both of these boys looked just like me
I knelt down and said son
What are you fighting for
He said mind you're own business Mister
We are fighting a war

Just go along Gypsy man
And walk this lonely road
Yeah I'm a Gypsy man
I'll sell my stories for gold
Come one come all tell everyone you know
Because I don't know when I'll be forced to go
I'm just a poor Gypsy man

Please don't call me your saviour
Be sure I walked in last night
Your blood spilled out and stained the carpet
And in your hand was still the knife
You told me Oaks
You won't understand
What it's like to hold your own life in your hands

You're just a poor Gypsy man
You walk this lonely road
Yeah I'm a Gypsy man
I'll sell my stories for gold
Come one come all tell everyone you know
Because I don't know when
I'll be forced to go
I'm just an old Gypsy man