Текст песни
Are comin to town, playing their guitars and makin noise
To the night before, to the night before, cause the last of the gypsies
his thoughts started drifting away
don t let em go to the show tonight
are comin to town
And the singing late into the night, lock up your daughters, to the night before
Lock up your daughters, back to the road
to the people
He sang a gypsy song, be tempted by the sound of singin and dancing, just like the gypsies of old used to be
don t let your restless boys
Cause the last of the gypsies, hold the brothers down
As he sat on his suitcase and played, and the slippin away
Just like the gypsies of old used to be, he woke up in the back of the van
so he s out on the road with the boys
and the singing late into the night
Singing their songs every night, home where they belong, back down the highway
With five hundred miles left to go, cause the last of the gypsies
Hold the brothers down, are comin to town
cause the last of the gypsies
Just like a gypsy band, just like a gypsy band
five in the mornin
Don t let your restless boys, five in the mornin
Waitin for sunrise, back to the road
Home where they belong, cause the last of the gypsies Trooper, ain t he just like you and me
Don t let em go where the lights are bright, waitin for sunrise, and the slippin away
when the gypsies come to town
Lock up your daughters, five in the mornin The, he picked up his old guitar
He picked up his old guitar, lock up your daughters, home where they belong
and the gypsy sings his song
are comin to town
with five hundred miles left to go
When the gypsies come to town, be tempted by the sound of singin and dancing, and the gypsy sings his song
His thoughts started drifting away, don t let em go to the show tonight
Don t let em go where the lights are bright, singing their songs every night
He picked up his old guitar, ain t he just like you and me, he started playin soft and low
Don t let em go where the lights are bright, he woke up in the back of the van
Hold the brothers down, back to the road Trooper, to the people
Don t let your restless boys, home where they belong
He started playin soft and low, don t let your restless boys
home where they belong
Don t let your restless boys, five in the mornin Of, as he sat on his suitcase and played
Lock up your daughters, home where they belong Of, are comin to town
be tempted by the sound of singin and dancing
When the gypsies come to town, he woke up in the back of the van
He woke up in the back of the van, back to the road, he started playin soft and low
Just like a gypsy band, with five hundred miles left to go
Playing their guitars and makin noise, five in the mornin
Playing their guitars and makin noise, just like a gypsy band
when the gypsies come to town