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Gypsy Biker



Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Gypsy Biker

Gypsy Biker
Bruce Springsteen
Gypsy Biker

Capo on 3rd 

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The speculators made their money 
On the blood you shed
Your Mama's pulled the sheets up off your bed

The profiteers on Jane Street 
Sold your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talking 'cause everybody knows
We pulled your cycle out of the garage 
And polished up the chrome
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home

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Sister Mary sits with your colors
Brother John is drunk and gone
This whole town's been rousted
Which side are you on

The favored march up over the hill
In some fools parade
Shoutin' victory for the righteous
But there ain't much here but graves
Ain't nobody talkin' 
We're just waitin' on the phone
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home

We rode her into the foothills 
Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood 'round her in a circle
As she lit up the ravine
The spring high desert wind 

Rushed down on us all the way back home

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To the dead it don't matter much
'Bout who's wrong or right
You asked me that question I didn't get it right

You slipped into your darkness
Now all that remains
Is my love for you brother
Lying still and unchanged
To them that threw you away
You ain't nothin' but gone
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home

Now I'm out countin' white lines
Countin' white lines and getting stoned
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home
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