Threadbare Gypsy Soul - Pat Green

Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul,

Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows.

Got a little threadbare gypsy soul,

Got a little threadbare gypsy soul.

Got a little wild streak in my heart.

I guess that I have had it since I heard the music start.

I got a little wild streak in my heart,

I got a little threadbare gypsy soul.

I like to hear the highway sounds,

And I don’t think that I’ll ever settle down.

I can’t change and it’s a sin,

Hope St. Peter gonna let me in:

Come on, Pete, won’t you let me in?

I wear this cowboy hat upon my head,

And you can take it off me some time after I am dead.

Got a cowboy hat up on my head,

Got a little threadbare gypsy soul.

I wear these crusty shoes down on my feet.

I could write a book about the places that they’ve seen.

I got these crusty shoes down on my feet,

I got a little wild streak in my heart.

An’I like to hear the highway sounds,

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever settle down.

An’I can’t change an’it’s a sin,

I hope St. Peter’s gonna let me in:

Come on, Pete, won’t you let me in?

Instrumental break.

An’I know this crazy livin’just ain’t right;

Most of the time I’m smoking, drinking, looking for a fight.

But I’ve been talking to Jesus everyday;

Well, I’ve been talking to Jesus every day.

An’I got this girl back home I call my wife;

If you ever met her I swear she would change your life.

She’s got a little wild streak in her heart,

But she’s been saying hallelujah everyday.

I like to hear the highway sounds,

An’I don’t think that I’ll ever settle down.

An’I can’t change and it might be a sin.

Hope St. Peter gonna let me in:

Got my gypsy soul to bury, Amen.

Instrumental fade out.