Jack-Knife Gypsy

Jack-Knife Gipsy don’t you take my life
My kids are hungry, the sickness got my wife
I work at the mills where they make that stockyard feed
So you can take my money, my life is all I need
Jack-Knife Gipsy every man must cheat
I know you probably, probably done the street
To much of nothing can make us very small
But if you cut me deep we won’t have nothing at all
Jack-Knife Gipsy I see you don’t look so good
Well I seen you limping through the neighbourhood
I know your momma and I knew your daddy too
Come see me next payday and I’ll see what I can do
Jack-Knife Gipsy I’m going home to bed
This ain’t been nice but we’ve got something said
I once held a knife the same way that you do
So you see there ain’t much difference for me and you