I learned quick my eighteenth summer
Diggin' ditches for the man
You can't be a guitar strummer

Cussin' that shovel in your hand

Took my paycheck to a pawn shop

Bought a Silvertone guitar
Wrote a song about a beer joint
Went and played it in a bar


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 driftin' down the road


Buses, trucks and lit up stages
Angel faces with no names
Stadium of savin' graces

Stand and singing with a flame

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 driftin' down the road


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

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 driftin' down the road

And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
A gypsy driftin' down the road, down the road