Oh, gypsy moon shine down on me
'Cause that wicked sun is gonna melt my wings
And send me tumbling
Lord, this wanderlust, it won't let me be
I gotta purge my bones of this urge to roam
Before the devil gets a hold of me
My heart's a vagabond at best
And at its worst it's a murderer
Gonna rip right through my chest
I've got a girl at home, you know she treats me right
But that open road is a mistress fair
And she's looking fine tonight
And should I die in my sleep
I would pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I thought he was listening
But my sins are many and graces few
I thought my oats were sown
But the weeds have grown
And they're choking out my roots
Sweet whiskey wash my cares away
And drown me in your amber waves
Until I forget my name
'Cause my luck's run out; I've nothing to lose
So tonight I sing a dancing tune
And tomorrow I'll sing the blues
Oh gypsy moon shine down on me
Lord, this wanderlust, it won't let me be
I gotta purge my bones of this urge to roam
Before the devil gets a hold
Before the devil gets a hold
Before the devil gets a hold of me