It Suits Me Well

<br>(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972)<br><br> My name is Jan the gypsy<br> I travel the land.<br> There are no chains about me<br> I am me own man.<br> I can tell a fair old story which I`m sure ain`t no surprise<br> Of the places I have been, oh,<br> And they ain`t no lies.<br><br> I`ve never had a proper home,<br> Not one like yours is.<br> I`ve nearly always had a caravan<br> With `orses.<br> And I know you won`t believe me<br> Though it is the truth to tell<br> That the living it is hard, oh,<br> But it suits me well.<br><br> I am I traveller of the seas,<br> I am a sailor.<br> The ocean has been good to me,<br> She ain`t no jailor.<br> I can tell a fair old story which I`m sure ain`t no surprise<br> Of the places I have sailed, oh,<br> And they ain`t no lies.<br><br> I`ve never had a garden,<br> Or a place with windows.<br> I stand upon the salty deck,<br> And feel the wind blow.<br> And I know you won`t believe me<br> Though it is the truth to tell<br> That the living it is hard, oh,<br> But it suits me well.<br><br> My mother was a fireeater,<br> `Fore she desert us.<br> So when I was only severn years old<br> I joined the circus.<br> And I can tell a fair old story which I`m sure ain`t no surprise<br> Of the places we have played, oh,<br> And it ain`t no lies.<br><br> I`ve never had no money,<br> And no hope to get none.<br> I can always get a penny,<br> When there is good reason.<br> And I know you won`t believe me<br> Though it is the truth to tell<br> That the living it is hard, oh,<br> But it suits me well.