歌曲名 Gypsy Biker 歌手名 Bruce Springsteen

作词：Bruce Springsteen

作曲：Bruce Springsteen

The speculators made their money

on the blood you shed

Your momma's pulled the sheets up

off your bed

Profiteers on Jhames Street

sold your shoes and clothes

Ain't nobody talkin' because everybody knows

We pulled your cycle up back the garage

and polished up the chrome

Our gypsy biker coming home

Sister Mary sits with your colors

but Johnny's drunk and gone

This old town's been rousted

which side you on

They would march up over the hill

this old fools parade

Shouting victory for the righteous for you

must hear the grace

Ain't nobody talkin'

but just waiting on the phone

Gypsy biker coming home

Whoa

We rode into the foothills

Bobby brought the gasoline

We stood around the circle

as she lit up the ravine

The spring hot desert wind rushed

down on us all the way back home

To the dead' well 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

life's still unchanged

To him that threw you away

you ain't nothing but gone

My gypsy biker's coming home

And now I'm out countin' white lines

Countin' white lines and getting stoned

My gypsy biker's coming home

Whoa