Testo Gypsy Moon

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