Gypsy Driftin' Songtext
von Toby Keith

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