Toby Keith - Gypsy Driftin lyrics

rate me

I learned quick my eighteenth summer

Diggin' ditches for the man

You can't be a guitar strummer

Cussin' that shovel in your hand

Took my paycheck to a pawn shop

Bought a Silvertone guitar

Wrote a song about a beer joint

Went and played it in a bar

It's hard as hell out on this highway

But I'm still addicted to the show

When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me

A gypsy driftin' down the road

Buses, trucks and lit up stages

Angel faces with no names

Stadium of savin' graces

Stand and singing with a flame

It's hard as hell out on this highway

But I'm still addicted to the show

When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me

A gypsy driftin' down the road

I go on when I'm too tired to sleep

And I go on, sing when I can't speak

I go on and on and on and on

It's hard as hell out on this highway

But I'm still addicted to the show

When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me

A gypsy driftin' down the road

And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me

A gypsy driftin' down the road, down the road