| Bm | |
| The painted lantern circus |
| F# | |
| With the | wagons swinging slowly |
| Bm | |
| On a | cold October morning |
| F# | |
| On a d | ay that should be holy |
| G | |
| W | inding through the forest |
| D | |
| As the s | un is just a-breakin' |
| G | |
| And | i am only seven |
| D | |
| And a g | ypsy in the makin' |
| Verse 2: |
| Bm | |
| Winds a-blowin' through me |
| F# | |
| And the c | anvas flaps a-tearin' |
| Bm | |
| And the f | olks is talkin' low now |
| F# | |
| 'Cause th | ey don't want me to hear 'em |
| G | |
| And | Uncle says there's trouble |
| D | |
| With the b | ulls along the border |
| G | |
| And i | 'm a-wond'rin' why |
| D | Bm | |
| And a-w | ishin' i were | older |
| Verse 3: |
| Bm | |
| Many years ago it seems |
| F# | |
| And m | any summers ending |
| Bm | |
| The | wagon wheels is rustin' |
| F# | |
| And the | axles is a-bendin' |
| G | |
| And Gr | andma's bones is bleachin' |
| D | |
| And our h | earts is still a-dyin' |
| G | |
| But i | 'm a Gypsy Boy |
| D | |
| And there | ain't no time for cryin' |
| Verse 4: |
| Bm | |
| N | ow it's getting colder |
| F# | |
| And the | air is growin' ugly |
| Bm | |
| And the | wolves is gettin' bolder |
| F# | |
| And t | here ain't no sun above me |
| G | |
| And i th | ink it's time to move now |
| D | |
| But i d | on't know where we're goin' |
| G | |
| And i kn | ow it won't be long now |
| D | Bm | |
| Bef | ore it starts to sn | owin' |
| Verse 5: |
| Bm | |
| Babies cryin' softly |
| F# | |
| And the w | omen are a-sighin' |
| Bm | |
| And s | omewhere in a wagon |
| F# | |
| There's a s | oul that must be dyin' |
| G | |
| 'Cause the cr | epe is hangin' black |
| D | |
| From the w | indow of each lorry |
| G | |
| And we'll l | ikely camp at sunset |
| D | |
| So's the b | ody can be buried |
| Verse 6: |
| Bm | |
| S | o the carts will rumble |
| F# | |
| Though th | ere ain't no road to travel |
| Bm | |
| And i l | isten to the grindin' |
| F# | |
| Of the w | ooden wheels on gravel |
| G | |
| And the s | ad songs and the old songs |
| D | |
| Will w | arm me and they'll hold me |
| G | |
| 'Til my h | ead at last grows weary |
| D | |
| And the | arms of sleep enfold me |
| G | |
| For i | am a Gypsy Boy |
| D | |
| And my h | ome is where you find me |
| G | |
| For i | am a Gypsy Boy |
| D | Bm | |
| And my h | ome is where you f | ind me |
| Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr |
| http://soleil.univ-mlv.fr/~perret/country.html |