[Verse 1]
Riding on a greyhound, counting those white lines
Destination I don't know and I'm feeling like I'm dying
Well ten years on this road, might've took its toll
But the man with the plan says the band has got to go

[Chorus]
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord, just pick up your bags and go

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord, just pick up your bags and go

[Verse 3]
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
[Outro]
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 oh