It Suits Me Well

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.