作曲 : Green
Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul, 
Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows. 
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul, 
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul. 
Got a little wild streak in my heart. 
I guess that 
I have had it since 
I heard the music start. 
I got a little wild streak in my heart, 
I got a little threadbare gypsy soul. 
I like to hear the highway sounds, 
And I don’t think that 
I’ll ever settle down. 
I can’t change and it’s a sin, 
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in: 
Come on, Pete, won’t you let me in? 
I wear this cowboy hat upon my head, 
And you can take it off me some time after 
I am dead. 
Got a cowboy hat up on my head, 
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul. 
I wear these crusty shoes down on my feet. 
I could write a book about the places that they’ve seen. 
I got these crusty shoes down on my feet, 
I got a little wild streak in my heart. 
An' I like to hear the highway sounds, 
Sometimes 
I wonder if 
I’ll ever settle down. 
An' I can’t change an' it’s a sin, 
I hope St. 
Peter's gonna let me in: 
Come on, Pete, won’t you let me in? 
Instrumental break. 
An' I know this crazy livin' just ain't right; 
Most of the time 
I’m smoking, drinking, looking for a fight. 
But I’ve been talking to 
Jesus everyday; 
Well, I’ve been talking to 
Jesus every day. 
An' I got this girl back home 
I call my wife; 
If you ever met her 
I swear she would change your life. 
She’s got a little wild streak in her heart, 
But she’s been saying hallelujah everyday. 
I like to hear the highway sounds, 
An' I don’t think that 
I’ll ever settle down. 
An' I can’t change and it might be a sin. 
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in: 
Got my gypsy soul to bury, 
Amen. Instrumental fade out.