Lyrics: It Suits Me Well

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My name is Jan the gypsy
I travel the land.
There are no chains about me
I am me own man.

I can tell a fair old story
Which I’m sure ain’t no surprise
Of the places I have been – oh
And they ain’t no lies.
I’ve never had a proper home
Not one like yours is.
I’ve nearly always had
A caravan with horses.

And I know you won’t believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard – oh
But it suits me well.

I am I traveller of the seas
I am a sailor.
The ocean has been good to me
She ain’t no jailor.

I can tell a fair old story
Which I’m sure ain’t no surprise
Of the places I have sailed – oh
And they ain’t no lies.

I’ve never had a garden
Or a place with windows.
I stand upon the salty deck
And feel the wind blow.

And I know you won’t believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard – oh
But it suits me well.

My mother was a fire-eater
‘Fore she desert us.
So when I was only seven years old
I joined the circus.

And I can tell a fair old story
Which I’m sure ain’t no surprise
Of the places we have played – oh
And it ain’t no lies.

I’ve never had no money
And no hope to get none.
I can always get a penny
When there is good reason.

And I know you won’t believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard – oh
But it suits me well.

Sandy Denny