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 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 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