Crazy Poet Gypsy Soul

I was young, taking notes

Picking up tips, checking out pros

Playing guitar tracking down hearts

To love and break out on the road

Staying stoned and outta money but

always full of a steady buzz of

Drugs, sex, and rock and roll

Now I'm old still the same

Most folks I use to know

have grown up moved on

But I was made for

Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll

I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul

Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll

I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul

When I show, you know I'm

always perfect and loving, you get

the best parts of this broken

beating carved up meat on a hook

This bloody affair isn't fair

But there's always a way to

rearrange broken things till they

resemble some semblance

of youths reckless rage, turn the page

time machine back to days

When I was made for

Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll

I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul

Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll

I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul

Wouldn't trade my fender

for all the gold or sell my soul

Still go on benders, a sinner

I repent, rinse repeat baptize me

in that whiskey southern muddy river

Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll

I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul

Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll

I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul

Drugs, Sex, Rock n Roll

Crazy, Poet, Gypsy Soul