He lives in a caravan outside of the town.
All the people call him Gypsy Rover,
say he's got a restless soul,
you can't make him stay.
Ridin' free is what he needs all over.
Easy Rider playing
with the wind in his hair,
no responsibility,
running free without a care.
The cry of a gypsy,
spirit in the wind,
crying in the breeze,
restless till the end.
The cry of a gypsy
always on the run,
you'll fall in love with him,
tomorrow he'll be gone.
He plays gypsy music
in the streets downtown,
keeps you rock 'n' rollin',
keeps you swingin'.
Gypsy fever'll kick you out,
will tie you down,
man'll be free
that keeps you singin'.
Easy Rider playing
with the wind in his hair,
no responsibility,
running free without a care.
The cry of a gypsy,
spirit in the wind,
crying in the breeze,
restless till the end.
The cry of a gypsy
always on the run,
you'll fall in love with him,
tomorrow he'll be gone.
Day to day,
he's living in his caravan.
He will never care
about tomorrow.
Always easy, never troubles,
no regret,
dreaming through his life
without a sorrow.
Easy Rider playing
with the wind in his hair,
no responsibility,
running free without a care.
The cry of a gypsy,
spirit in the wind,
crying in the breeze,
restless till the end.
The cry of a gypsy
always on the run,
you'll fall in love with him,
tomorrow he'll be gone.
The cry of a gypsy,
spirit in the wind,
crying in the breeze,
restless till the end.
The cry of a gypsy
always on the run,
you'll fall in love with him,
tomorrow he'll be gone.
(He'll be gone)