Gypsy - William Clark Green

I’m driving down the highway with nowhere to go

Another tune comes on that old broke down radio

This one’s for the gypsy that never could come clean

Tied up in the wine and all the mescaline

She never felt lonesome just a happy flower child

Influenced by the drugs in her compost pile

She’s never one to ask, beg, or plead

Because the moonshine and the refer is the only thing she needs

I lost my mind but not my will

Come on gypsy to the moonshine still

I need a drink before I go insane

We’ll watch the chickens peck around the farm

Sing with the crickets on the front yard

We’ll toast the clouds feeling no pain

And we’ll dance in the rain

Sometimes I wonder why I lead this life

Broke down in the honky-tonks damn near every night

I’m nothing worth saving, I’m nothing worth grace

Another bar another town, same old lines with a different face

I lost my mind but not my will

Come on gypsy to the moonshine still

I need a drink before I go insane

We’ll watch the chickens peck around the farm

Sing with the crickets on the front yard

We’ll toast the clouds feeling no pain

And we’ll dance in the rain