Tono: E
Introducción: A Em G D A
A
The speculators made their money
Em
On the blood you shed
G D A
Your Mama's pulled the sheets up off your bed
The profiteers on Jane Street
Em
Sold your shoes and clothes
G D A
Ain't nobody talking 'cause everybody knows
G D
We pulled your cycle up at the garage
G A
And polished up the chrome
G D G A
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home
Sister Mary sits with your colors
Em
Brother John is drunk and gone
G D
This whole town's been rousted
A
Which side you on
The favored march up over the hill
Em
In some fools parade
G D
Shoutin' victory for the righteous
G D A
There ain't much here but graves
G D
Ain't nobody talkin'
G A
We're just waitin' on the phone
G D G A
Our Gypsy biker is comin' home
Bm G
We rode her into the foothills
D A
Bobby brought the gasoline
Bm
We stood 'round the circle
G D
As she lit the ravine
Bm G
The spring high desert wind
D A
Rushed down on us all the way back home
A
To the dead it don't matter much
Em
'Bout who's wrong or right
G D A
You asked me that question I didn't get it right
You slipped into your darkness
Em
Now all that remains
G D
Is my love for you brother
G A
Lying still and unchanged
G D
To them that threw you away
G D A
You ain't nothin' but gone
G D G A
Our Gypsy biker is comin' home
G D
Now I'm out countin' white lines
G A
Countin' white lines and getting stoned
G D G A
My Gypsy biker is coming home.