Gypsy Biker chords by Bruce Springsteen

G, Dmi, F, C, G
           G                                          Dm
The specu lators made their money on the blood you shed

      F                    C                    G
Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed

     G                                               Dm
The profiteers on Jane Street sold your shoes and clothes

 F              C                           G
Ain't nobody talkin' because everybody knows

    F                   C                           F          C        G
We pulled your cycle up back to the garage and polished up the chrome*

     C               F   C             G
Our gypsy biker's , comin' home


        G                                                       Dm
Sister Mary sits with your colors, brother John is drunk and gone

      F                   C                             G
This whole town's been rousted, which side are you on?

                                                     Dm
The favored march up over the hill in some fools pa rade

          F                 C               F             C               G
Shoutin' victory for the righteous but there ain't much here but graves

 F              C                     F         C        G
Ain't nobody talkin', we're just waitin' on the phone

 C               F   C             G
Gypsy biker's , comin' home


Whoa!

Guitar solo

    Am                   F                  C                  G
We rode her into the foothills, Bobby brought the gaso line

    Am                                                   C
We stood 'round her in a circle as she lit up the ra vine

     Am                         F                   C                  G
The spring high desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home


Harmonica bridge -  C, F, C, G


To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or right
You asked me that question, I didn't get it right
You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains
Is my love for you brother, lying still and unchanged
To them that threw you away, you ain't nothin' but gone
My gypsy biker's coming home

 F                      C
Now I'm out countin' white lines

          F                 C         G
'Countin white lines and getting stoned

    C               F   C             G
My gypsy biker's , coming home


Whoa!

Guitar solo

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