| Song | Gypsy Cowboy |
| Artist | New Riders of the Purple Sage |
| Album | Gypsy Cowboy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Torbert | |
| Torbert | |
| The moon beamed down so lightly, on distant field of clover | |
| The gypsy cowboy wanders, because he know it's over | |
| And everything so quiet, the town is down in slumber | |
| His cowboy lady mutters, "let's roll another number" | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| The trouble that's in this old world | |
| It makes me so sad | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| Mama cried | |
| And o'er the field of clover, an angel band was singing | |
| With maidens throwing roses, and heaven's lights were screaming | |
| Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man's brother | |
| Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other (note 1) | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| You build it up you tear it down | |
| Oh it makes me so sad | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| Mama cried |
| zuo ci : Torbert | |
| Torbert | |
| The moon beamed down so lightly, on distant field of clover | |
| The gypsy cowboy wanders, because he know it' s over | |
| And everything so quiet, the town is down in slumber | |
| His cowboy lady mutters, " let' s roll another number" | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| The trouble that' s in this old world | |
| It makes me so sad | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| Mama cried | |
| And o' er the field of clover, an angel band was singing | |
| With maidens throwing roses, and heaven' s lights were screaming | |
| Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man' s brother | |
| Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other note 1 | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| You build it up you tear it down | |
| Oh it makes me so sad | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| Mama cried |
| zuò cí : Torbert | |
| Torbert | |
| The moon beamed down so lightly, on distant field of clover | |
| The gypsy cowboy wanders, because he know it' s over | |
| And everything so quiet, the town is down in slumber | |
| His cowboy lady mutters, " let' s roll another number" | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| The trouble that' s in this old world | |
| It makes me so sad | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| Mama cried | |
| And o' er the field of clover, an angel band was singing | |
| With maidens throwing roses, and heaven' s lights were screaming | |
| Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man' s brother | |
| Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other note 1 | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| You build it up you tear it down | |
| Oh it makes me so sad | |
| Oh, oh so sad | |
| Mama cried |