Joe Billy Shaver, Gypsy Boy Tabs

Verse 1:
     Bm
	The painted lantern circus
                 F#
	With the wagons swinging slowly
             Bm 
	On a cold October morning
              F# 
	On a day that should be holy
         G 
	Winding through the forest
                D
	As the sun is just a-breakin'
            G  
	And i am only seven
               D
	And a gypsy in the makin'


Verse 2:
        Bm
	Winds a-blowin' through me
                 F#
	And the canvas flaps a-tearin'
                 Bm
	And the folks is talkin' low now
                 F#
	'Cause they don't want me to hear 'em
            G
	And Uncle says there's trouble
                  D
	With the bulls along the border
             G
	And i'm a-wond'rin' why
               D             Bm   
	And a-wishin' i were older


Verse 3:
     Bm
	Many years ago it seems
             F# 
	And many summers ending
            Bm
	The wagon wheels is rustin'
                F#
	And the axles is a-bendin'
              G
	And Grandma's bones is bleachin'
                 D
	And our hearts is still a-dyin'
             G
	But i'm a Gypsy Boy
                  D
	And there ain't no time for cryin'


Verse 4:
         Bm
	Now it's getting colder
	        F#
	And the air is growin' ugly
                Bm 
	And the wolves is gettin' bolder
             F#
	And there ain't no sun above me
                G
	And i think it's time to move now
               D
	But i don't know where we're goin'
                G
	And i know it won't be long now
           D                  Bm 
	Before it starts to snowin'


Verse 5:
     Bm
	Babies cryin' softly
                 F# 
	And the women are a-sighin'
             Bm
	And somewhere in a wagon
                   F#
	There's a soul that must be dyin'
                     G 
	'Cause the crepe is hangin' black
                  D
	From the window of each lorry
                   G
	And we'll likely camp at sunset
                  D   
	So's the body can be buried


Verse 6:
         Bm 
	So the carts will rumble
                 F#
	Though there ain't no road to travel
               Bm
	And i listen to the grindin'
                F#
	Of the wooden wheels on gravel
                 G
	And the sad songs and the old songs
              D
	Will warm me and they'll hold me
                 G
	'Til my head at last grows weary
                D            
	And the arms of sleep enfold me
              G
	For i am a Gypsy Boy
                D                
	And my home is where you find me
              G
	For i am a Gypsy Boy
                D                 Bm
	And my home is where you find me












Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr
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