[Verse 1]
I learned quick my eighteenth summer
Digging ditches for the man
You can't be a guitar strummer
Cussing that shovel in your hand

[Verse 2]
Took my paycheck to a pawn shop
Bought a Silver tone guitar
Wrote a song about a beer joint
Went and played it in a bar

[Chorus]
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 drifting down the road

[Verse 3]
Buses, trucks and lit up stages
Angel faces with no names
Stadium of saving graces
Stand and singing with a flame

[Chorus]
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 drifting down the road
[Bridge]
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

[Verse 4]
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 drifting down the road
And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
A gypsy drifting down the road, down the road