Intro:
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(G)
The speculators made their money 
                 Dm            
On the blood you shed
     F                C               G
Your Mama's pulled the sheets up off your bed

The profiteers on Jane Street 
                    Dm
Sold your shoes and clothes
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Ain't nobody talking 'cause everybody knows
   F               C 
We pulled your cycle out of the garage 
    F         C      G
And polished up the chrome
    C         F    C     G
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home


(G)
Sister Mary sits with your colors
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Brother John is drunk and gone
     F                C
This whole town's been rousted
                   G
Which side are you on

The favored march up over the hill
              Dm
In some fools parade
         F               C
Shoutin' victory for the righteous
          F           C       G
But there ain't much here but graves
F              C
Ain't nobody talkin' 
           F        C   G
We're just waitin' on the phone
    C          F  C    G
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home

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We rode her into the foothills 
      C              F
Bobby brought the gasoline
Am
We stood 'round her in a circle
                  C
As she lit up the ravine
    Am          F
The spring high desert wind 
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Rushed down on us all the way back home

(G)
To the dead it don't matter much
                     Dm
'Bout who's wrong or right
    F              C                       G
You asked me that question I didn't get it right
    
You slipped into your darkness
               Dm
Now all that remains
F                   C
Is my love for you brother
      F      C    G
Lying still and unchanged
F                C
To them that threw you away
F          C          G
You ain't nothin' but gone
    C           F  C   G
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home

    F                C 
Now I'm out countin' white lines
         F                C      G
Countin' white lines and getting stoned
    C           F  C    G
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home

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