1. GYPSY ROADHOG

Powdered my nose in Alabama
Out on a limb
Powdered my nose in Indiana
Ain't that a sin
I had to get my butt out quick
It always works - the old, old trick
I got away just in the nick of time, that's why
I powdered my nose in Oklahoma
Over the top
I wasted away in New Orleans
I couldn't stop
Down in the alley - happy dust
Me and Ramona we was gettin' bust
I got away just in the nick of time, that's why

[Chorus]
I got the nickname the gypsy roadhog
On the California trail
I gotta keep my wheels movin' on
I gotta keep me outa jail

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Powdered my nose in San Francisco
Down on the bay
It went to my head down in New York City
I was blasted away
And two ugly scuts bust in the room
They took away my little silver spoon
I got away just in the nick of time, that's why

[Chorus]
I got the nickname the gypsy roadhog
On the California trail
I gotta keep my wheels movin' on
I gotta keep me outa jail
I'm comin' through, through, through
I'm comin' through, through, through
I'm comin' through, through, through
I'm looking for you
Keep them wheels movin' on, movin' on
Keep turnin', turnin', turnin' on
On the California trail


2. FOREST FULL OF NEEDLES

There's a main line to destruction, only two miles to Hell's gate
There's a hypnotic reaction to the destiny of fate
There's a rise and fall of angels, only idols on parade
There's a ring of gladiators, who all think they've got it made

On into the forest full of needles, stretching as far as can be seen
Looking at nothing, nowhere, no-one, a forest that points that once was green

There's a straight road going forward - There's a winding road behind
Which to take is your decision - neither one is clearly signed
There are questions still unanswered and people to meet and places to go
There are causes still worth fighting for - which is right, well who's to know?

On into the forest full of needles stretching as far as can be seen
Looking at nothing, nowhere, no-one - A forest that points that once was green

There's a side road to salvation, said to lead to Heaven's door
There'll be mighty falls of empires, battles lost and won at war

On into the forest full of needles, stretching as far as can be seen
Looking at nothing, nowhere, no-one - a forest that points that once was green

On into the forest full of needles, stretching as far as can be seen
Looking at nothing, nowhere, no-one - A forest that points that once was green