Intro: G   F   G   F   G   F   G   F   

(Verse 1)
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Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines 
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Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' 
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Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll 
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But the man with the plan says the band has got to go 


(Chorus)
       Am     C       G
I said roll   gypsy   roll 
          Am           C        G
Lord just pick up your bags and go 


(Verse 2)
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Met many a woman on my way down the line 
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Every woman that I met I left satisfied 
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I made lots of money, just how much I don't know 
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But most of the money I done stuck up my nose 


(Chorus)
       Am     C       G
I said roll   gypsy   roll 
          Am           C        G
Lord just pick up your bags and go 


(Verse 3)
D                              C                G
Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told 
D                        C             G
He's always hungry, he's always on the go 
D                     C               G
With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be 
D                              C            A
When you're moving around from town to town


(Verse 4)
C            Bb             C            Bb
Made lots of money just how much I don't know 
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But most of the money I done stuck up my nose 
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And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going 
        D 
I don't know

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