Roll Gypsy Roll

{name:_Intro}_ G F G F G F G F {name: Verse 1} G F G F Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines G F G F Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' C Bb C Bb Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll G F G F But the man with the plan says the band has got to go {name: Chorus} Am C G I said roll gypsy roll Am C G Lord just pick up your bags and go {name: Verse 2} G F G F Met many a woman on my way down the line G F G F Every woman that I met I left satisfied C Bb C Bb I made lots of money, just how much I don't know G F G F But most of the money I done stuck up my nose {name: Chorus} Am C G I said roll gypsy roll Am C G Lord just pick up your bags and go {name: Verse 3} D C G Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told D C G He's always hungry, he's always on the go D C G With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be D C A When you're moving around from town to town {name: Verse 4} C Bb C Bb Made lots of money just how much I don't know G F G F But most of the money I done stuck up my nose C Bb C Bb And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going D I don't know {name:_Outro}_ G F G F G F G F G F G F