Verse 1: 
     Bm 
        The painted lantern circus 
                 F# 
        With the wagons swinging slowly 
             Bm  
        On a cold October morning 
              F#  
        On a day that should be holy 
         G  
        Winding through the forest 
                D 
        As the sun is just a-breakin' 
            G   
        And i am only seven 
               D 
        And a gypsy in the makin' 
 
 
Verse 2: 
        Bm 
        Winds a-blowin' through me 
                 F# 
        And the canvas flaps a-tearin' 
                 Bm 
        And the folks is talkin' low now 
                 F# 
        'Cause they don't want me to hear 'em 
            G 
        And Uncle says there's trouble 
                  D 
        With the bulls along the border 
             G 
        And i'm a-wond'rin' why 
               D             Bm    
        And a-wishin' i were older 
 
 
Verse 3: 
     Bm 
        Many years ago it seems 
             F#  
        And many summers ending 
            Bm 
        The wagon wheels is rustin' 
                F# 
        And the axles is a-bendin' 
              G 
        And Grandma's bones is bleachin' 
                 D 
        And our hearts is still a-dyin' 
             G 
        But i'm a Gypsy Boy 
                  D 
        And there ain't no time for cryin' 
 
 
Verse 4: 
         Bm 
        Now it's getting colder 
                F# 
        And the air is growin' ugly 
                Bm  
        And the wolves is gettin' bolder 
             F# 
        And there ain't no sun above me 
                G 
        And i think it's time to move now 
               D 
        But i don't know where we're goin' 
                G 
        And i know it won't be long now 
           D                  Bm  
        Before it starts to snowin' 
 
 
Verse 5: 
     Bm 
        Babies cryin' softly 
                 F#  
        And the women are a-sighin' 
             Bm 
        And somewhere in a wagon 
                   F# 
        There's a soul that must be dyin' 
                     G  
        'Cause the crepe is hangin' black 
                  D 
        From the window of each lorry 
                   G 
        And we'll likely camp at sunset 
                  D    
        So's the body can be buried 
 
 
Verse 6: 
         Bm  
        So the carts will rumble 
                 F# 
        Though there ain't no road to travel 
               Bm 
        And i listen to the grindin' 
                F# 
        Of the wooden wheels on gravel 
                 G 
        And the sad songs and the old songs 
              D 
        Will warm me and they'll hold me 
                 G 
        'Til my head at last grows weary 
                D             
        And the arms of sleep enfold me 
              G 
        For i am a Gypsy Boy 
                D                 
        And my home is where you find me 
              G 
        For i am a Gypsy Boy 
                D                 Bm 
        And my home is where you find me