Trooper - The last of the gypsies

He ^Dwoke up in the back of the van Five in the ^Amornin' with the rest of the band Waitin' for ^Gsunrise he picked up his old ^Dguitar

With ^Dfive hundred miles left to go He started ^Aplayin' soft and low He didn't ^Gplay no rock n' roll ^AHe sang a gypsy song

^DLadies lock up your daughters ^F#mHome where they belong Don't l^Get 'em go where the lights are bright and the ^Agypsy sings his song Don't ^Dlet your restless boys Be ^F#mtempted by the sound of singin' and ^Gdancing 'Cause the ^Alast of the gypsies are comin' to ^Dtown

As he ^Dsat on his suitcase and played His ^Athoughts started drifting away Back down the ^Ghighway To the night be^Dfore

To the ^Dpeople, the noise, and the light And the ^Asinging late into the night And the slippin' ^Gaway Back to the ^Aroad

^DLadies lock up your daughters ^F#mHold the brothers down Don't ^Glet 'em go to the show tonight When the ^Agypsies come to town

He ^Dgrew up with a need to be free Just like the ^Agypsies of old used to be Ain't he j^Gust like you and me ^A

So he's ^Dout on the road with the boys Playing their ^F#mguitars and makin' noise ^GSinging their songs every night ^AJust like a gypsy band

^DLadies lock up your daughters ^F#mHome where they belong Don't l^Get 'em go where the lights are bright and the ^Agypsy sings his song

Don't ^Dlet your restless boys Be ^F#mtempted by the sound of singin' and ^Gdancing 'Cause the ^Alast of the gypsies are comin' to ^Dtown