Gypsy Driftin' Lyrics - Toby Keith



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I learned quick my 18th summer
Diggin' ditches for the man
You can't be a guitar strummer
Cussin' that shovel in your hand

Took my pay check to a pawn shop
Bought a silver tone guitar
Wrote a song about a beer joint
Went and played in any bar

It's hard to sell out on this highway
But I'm still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
Gypsy driftin' down the road

Busses, trucks and lit up stages
Angle faces with no names
Steady arm of saving graces
Standin' singin' with their flames

It's hard to sell out on this highway
But I'm still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
Gypsy driftin' down the road

I go on when I'm to tired to sleep
And I go on sing when I can't speak
I go on, and on, and on, and on...

Instrumental

It's hard to sell out on this highway
But I'm still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
Gypsy driftin' down the road

And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
Gypsy driftin' down the road

Down the road...





Writer: TOBY KEITH, BOBBY OLEN PINSON
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC



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