Letras
An Appalachian flower child
Another boomer gone wild
The black sheep of the family
She packed her bags and made like a ghost
Somebody said that she was heading for the West Coast
Like a river runs, like a river flows
Never in a straight line
Always in her own time
Never as the crow flies
She moved in her own way, Gypsy Rose
She moved in her own way, Gypsy Rose
She hung around a while in Eugene
At the height of the hippy scene
Making friends with other wayward girls
She could barely hold her own
She gave her baby to a good home
And fluttered away like a butterfly
Never in a straight line
Always in her own time
Never as the crow flies
She moved in her own way, Gypsy Rose
She moved in her own way, Gypsy Rose
She had a wreck in New Mexico
No money left and no place else to go
So the prodigal daughter swallowed her pride
She called her dad on the phone collect
To wire money direct
And the Greyhound carried her away
Never in a straight line
Always in her own time
Never as the crow flies
And now the wind in the trees
Is moving every branch and leaf
And I'd swear she was brushing up against me
The tide is rising up the beach
And I want what I can't reach
It's all right here to remind me
She moved in her own way, Gypsy Rose
She moved in her own way, Gypsy Rose