Gypsys, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down Picked up a boy just south of Mobile Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal ...
LYRICS: Sometimes I get lost inside a world that's not my own Why I try to go outside, I just can't get where I belong Just because all the wheels keep turning It doesn't mean that the fire still burns It's never going to be the same again It's never going to be the same ...