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We pulled out of Charlotte
The snow was falling down
We make our way
In this one-eagle sleigh
'Till we reach another town
Our name is in lights
On the billboard signs
In every town we play
But if you may
All it really need say
Are gypsies
Gypsies on parade

We pull into a diner
Folks just stop and stare
You hear 'em say, "Man
It's a rock 'n' roll band
By the look
and the clothes they wear"
And you telephone home
'Cause you're feeling alone
And try to think of something to say
It seems all you get
Are tears of regret
For being gypsies
Gypsies on parade

CHORUS:
Gypsies on parade
Vagabonds that got it made
They don't know but they've been told
About the diamond rings
And fancy things we wear
They don't know what dues we pay
For being gypsies
Gypsies on parade

Home is where the heart is
But the heart is never home
As I count the white lines
And these exit signs
This guitar is all I ever hold
But the stories we can tell
Or the stories we can't
Make better all the time spent away
From family and friends
Oh it never ends
For gypsies
Gypsies on parade

CHORUS

We pulled out of Charlotte
The snow was falling down
We pulled out of Charlotte   The snow was falling down   We make our way   In this one-eagle sleigh   'Till we reach another town   Our name is in lights   On the billboard signs   In every town we play   But if you may   All it really need say   Are gypsies   Gypsies on parade      We pull into a diner   Folks just stop and stare   You hear 'em say, "Man   It's a rock 'n' roll band   By the look    and the clothes they wear"   And you telephone home   'Cause you're feeling alone   And try to think of something to say   It seems all you get   Are tears of regret   For being gypsies   Gypsies on parade      CHORUS:   Gypsies on parade   Vagabonds that got it made   They don't know but they've been told   About the diamond rings   And fancy things we wear   They don't know what dues we pay   For being gypsies   Gypsies on parade      Home is where the heart is   But the heart is never home   As I count the white lines   And these exit signs   This guitar is all I ever hold   But the stories we can tell   Or the stories we can't   Make better all the time spent away   From family and friends   Oh it never ends   For gypsies   Gypsies on parade      CHORUS      We pulled out of Charlotte   The snow was falling down