Gypsy Man

Gypsy man I walk this lonely road Yeah I'm a Gypsy man I tell my stories for gold Come one come all Tell everyone you know Because I don't know when I'll be forced to go I'm just a poor old Gypsy man Walking down the road we saw some boys They were fighting over two of the same toy I went over just to see Both of these boys looked just like me I knelt down and said son What are you fighting for He said mind you're own business Mister We are fighting a war Just go along Gypsy man And walk this lonely road Yeah I'm a Gypsy man I'll sell my stories for gold Come one come all tell everyone you know Because I don't know when I'll be forced to go I'm just a poor Gypsy man Please don't call me your saviour Be sure I walked in last night Your blood spilled out and stained the carpet And in your hand was still the knife You told me Oaks You won't understand What it's like to hold your own life in your hands You're just a poor Gypsy man You walk this lonely road Yeah I'm a Gypsy man I'll sell my stories for gold Come one come all tell everyone you know Because I don't know when I'll be forced to go I'm just an old Gypsy man