From the recording Gypsy Wagon Man
Lyrics
Gypsy Wagons (capo 5th fret in G)
C G D - G - D
All we want is room for our horses to run.
And a spot under the trees for a fire, and a bit of fun.
These gypsy wagons hold our home and families.
We work hard, travel hard and love the wild country.
Some of us came as slaves, some as refugees.
Blamed for every theft, blamed for every disease.
So they outlaw our wagons, block us at the border gates.
We’ve no need for priests or bibles for our steady faith.
A G D - G - D
Saint Kali Sara says it’s time to move on.
A G A - G - A
So hitch up the wagons, rosin the bow, and break into song.
D G-D G-D
Moving on. Moving on.
Kali Sara is our Protectress, both Goddess and Saint.
She says we are what we are, and we ain’t what we ain’t.
Folks want us to dress like them and move into town.
This wandering life has a freedom no one else has found.
Chorus
Little Willy helped himself to O’Mally’s garden anyhow.
So I sent him back with a gift, his prized little wooden cow.
All the way from the Punjab, we’re a brown people in a white world.
But we still fall in love and we teach our boys and girls.
Chorus
Words and Music by David B. Hakan All rights reserved.
© 2016 10-18-2016