A gypsy driftin' down the road 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 silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint

In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all I gave my life to save her The ocean turned to red Cut down like lambs at slaughter, Good men were left for dead Time rolling along with the waves, A thousand miles away Holding you close in the rain,

Foreign skies Blinded me to empty charms. I crossed the ocean, Fell into your arms So sure, so wrong.. You sang me a simple tune, I took if for a song. Say goodbye Don't tell me why you have to go