Trooper

The Last Of The Gypsies

Trooper


Tom: D

 D    D    
            D
         He woke up in the back of the van
            A
Five in the mornin' with the rest of the band
            G                                  D
Waitin' for sunrise       he picked up his old guitar

            D
       With five hundred miles left to go
            A
 He started playin' soft and low
            G                          A           
  He didn't play no rock n' roll       He sang a gypsy song

        D
        Ladies lock up your daughters
        F#m
        Home where they belong
        G
 Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright
        A
and the gypsy sings his song
               D
         Don't let your restless boys
               F#m
            Be tempted by the sound
               G
of singin' and dancing                  
               Em                   A
    'Cause the last of the gypsies      
               D
 are comin' to town

            D
      As he sat on his suitcase and played
            A
        His thoughts started drifting away
              G                          D
Back down the highway     To the night before
              
        D
 To the people, the noise, and the light
        A
And the singing late into the night
                 G                       A
And the slippin' away        Back to the road


         D
         Ladies lock up your daughters
         F#m
         Hold the brothers down
         G
   Don't let 'em go to the show tonight
         A
When the gypsies come to town

[Instrumental]
 D    F#m   G    Em  A    D    

              D
           He grew up with a need to be free
              A
Just like the gypsies of old used to be
              G                    A
    Ain't he just like you and me

              D
      So he's out on the road with the boys
              F#m
Playing their guitars and makin' noise
              G
              Singing their songs every night
              A
              Just like a gypsy band

        D
        Ladies lock up your daughters
        F#m
        Home where they belong
        G
 Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright
        A
and the gypsy sings his song

               D
         Don't let your restless boys
               F#m
            Be tempted by the sound
               G
of singin' and dancing                  
               Em                   A
    'Cause the last of the gypsies      
               D
 are comin' to town

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