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!      [Guitar solo]      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      [Harmonica bridge]      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!      [Guitar solo]      La la la la   La la la la   La la la la   La la la la   La la la la   La la la la   La la la la   La la la la   [fades]