Gypsies in a Wagon

GYPIES IN A WAGON
(James Woolsey, Notes From Home Publishing, BMI)

Home was an old pickup Rollin down a two lane road. I guess the easiest way to say it daddy was a Rollin stone. Most men like him would have left and never came back.
But daddy always took us with him, and I’m thankful for that.
 
Like gypsies in a wagon we were always movin’ on., Dancin’ around the campfire and singin’ truck drivin’ songs. Where trailer parks and truck stops were the main attraction, and we didn’t even know we were gypsies in a wagon

At times it wasn’t easy four people in one truck, And daddy needed room to shift gears while momma held his coffee cup. Breakfast was on the tailgate, lunch in the cab, Supper on a picnic table covered with an old road map.

He was a travelin’ welder mostly on water towers. A tankey is what they called him for a dollar an hour. I was told by more than one that he was the best.
So I guess that was the reason they never let us rest.