Intro A Em G D A

The specu-A lators made their money on the blood you Em shed
Your G momma´s pulled the D sheets up off your A bed
A Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and Em clothes
G Ain´t nobody D talkin´ because everybody A knows

We G pulled your cycle up D back the garage
and G polished D up the A chrome
Our D/F# gypsy biker G D coming A home

Sister A Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny´s drunk and Em gone
G This old town´s been D/F# rousted, which side A you on?
A They would march up over the hill, this old fools pa-Em rade
Shouting G victory for the D/F# righteous

For G you must D hear the A grace
G Ain´t nobody D/F# talkin´,
but just G waiting D on the A phone
Our D/F# gypsy biker G D coming A home

Solo A Em G D A x 2

We Bm rode into the G foothills,
Bobby D brought the gaso-A line
We stood a-Bm round the circle as she lit up the ra-D vine
Bm The spring hot G desert wind
rushed down on us D all the way back A home D/F# G D A

To the A dead, well it don´t matter much ´bout who´s wrong or Em right
G You asked me that D question, I didn´t get it A right
You A slipped into your darkness, now all that re-Em mains
G Is my love for you D/F# brother,

G life´s D still un-A changed
G To him that D/F# threw you away,
G you ain´t D nothing but A gone
My D/F# gypsy biker G D coming A home

And G now I´m out countin’ D/F# white lines
Countin’ G white lines and D getting A stoned
My D/F# gypsy biker G D coming A home

Outro A Em G D A (rep. y desaparece)