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