(allen collins -- gary rossington -- ronnie vanzant)
Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, my it's took it's toll But the man with the plan says the band has got to go I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go
Met many a woman on my way down the line Every woman that I met I left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go
Gypsy's life's a story and it's one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, it's how it seems to be When you're moving around from town to town
Made lots of money just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going I don't know
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