Gypsy

I wrestle with the same old things I like to go to church but I love cocaine Resting easy on me livin' this life When I'm doin' what I want you know I'm feeling just fine Long roads and small country towns Sitting backseat countin' all of a them signs Guess I was always meant to be I'm a little bit hippie and a country gypsy I like a honky tonk and ice cold beer I throw a shot of whiskey in it just to let em' know I'm here A taste of steel guitar is all I'm looking for Maybe a stranger to dance with on a sandy line floor Momma said boy if you treat em right You are close enough to heaven and you're doing just fine So I'm writing or I'm on the road Playing country standards makin' a few of my own I was supposed to be married by now But I'm lovin' on a guitar like a hand to a plow We get to work makin' em dance And singing country music is my only fuckin' plan Still count all of them signs Put my faith in the bar and the washed out lights Didn't Jesus hang with em' too He was from a small town and on the road like you