paroles de chanson Gypsy Driftin' - Toby Keith
I
learned
quick
my
eighteenth
summer
Diggin′
ditches
for
the
man
You
can't
be
a
guitar
strummer
Cussin′
that
shovel
in
your
hand
Took
my
paycheck
to
a
pawn
shop
Bought
a
Silvertone
guitar
Wrote
a
song
about
a
beer
joint
Went
and
played
it
in
a
bar
It's
hard
as
hell
out
on
this
highway
But
I'm
still
addicted
to
the
show
When
that
crazy
crowd
calls
out
it
keeps
me
A
gypsy
driftin′
down
the
road
Buses,
trucks
and
lit
up
stages
Angel
faces
with
no
names
Stadium
of
savin′
graces
Stand
and
singing
with
a
flame
It's
hard
as
hell
out
on
this
highway
But
I′m
still
addicted
to
the
show
When
that
crazy
crowd
calls
out
it
keeps
me
A
gypsy
driftin'
down
the
road
I
go
on
when
I′m
too
tired
to
sleep
And
I
go
on,
sing
when
I
can't
speak
I
go
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
It′s
hard
as
hell
out
on
this
highway
But
I'm
still
addicted
to
the
show
When
that
crazy
crowd
calls
out
it
keeps
me
A
gypsy
driftin'
down
the
road
And
when
that
crazy
crowd
calls
out
it
keeps
me
A
gypsy
driftin′
down
the
road,
down
the
road
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