- cifra   
  
      
   I've been paying them road house dues 
 Since I was a young boy 
 Drifting and ramblin' with my old man 
 Searching around for that West Texas oil 
    Chorus: 
 Well ain't nobody know 
 Where I'm gonna go 
 Ain't nobody know these here gypsy roads   
 Straight out them bad lands well I come a runnin 
 Out of New Mexico 
 Eighteen wheelers and freight trains and pump jacks 
 Well hell I rode upon   
 Chorus: repeat   
 Mr. Armadillo don't stand in my way 
 I ain't gonna stick around here 
 I don't know why I can't fly this gypsy ride 
 On out the cosmic cowboy atmosphere