Gypsy King

There's a Gypsy King down the back of Old Dog Who sings rhyme and rhythm while shooting on the bog He wears a mottled green coat, and his national service boots They say he played Russian Roulette as a young recruit He's no wintered heart, gaspers stoke his brown soul Yea he plays for the needle and a Celtic goal Just an old crackhead, they see him as a ghost A wandering minstrel who should'a head on down the coast He sings that 'I don't know what tomorrow knows But I know my best days are long long gone yea' 'I don't know what the future holds But I know all my friends are long long gone yea' He rhymes and he sings, he scuffles and fights Yea he's pushing eighty closer to them final lights The glory is over, and the end is nigh But he ain't really bothered there's kingship in his eye He's seen it all before, blood, tears and sweat Yea for he was your king if you owed him a debt While his mind fades away, oh his heart stays strong But you can see a face of pain when he sings you his song He sings that 'I don't know what tomorrow knows But I know my best days are long long gone yea' 'I don't know what the future holds But I know all my friends are long long gone yea' No sceptre nor orb nor televised abbey For this Gypsy King looks a little scraggy He will die alone, no doubt in the Old Dog But he'll have laughed and cheered and sung Yea he'll have laughed and cheered and sung Yea he'll have laughed and cheered and sung And we'll have sung along He sings that 'I don't know what tomorrow knows But I know my best days are long long gone yea' 'I don't know what the future holds But I know all my friends are long long gone yea' 'I don't know what tomorrow knows But I know my best days are long long gone yea' 'I don't know what the future holds But I know all my friends are long long gone yea'