I learned quick my eighteenth summer
Diggin' ditches for the man
You can't be a guitar [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

Buses, [bad word] and lit up stages
Angel faces with no names
Stadium of savin' graces
Stand and singing with a flame

It's hard as [bad word] 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 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 [bad word] 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