It Suits Me Well

[D]My name is Jan th[F]e gypsy
I [C]travel the land.[D]
There a[D]re no chains a[F]bout me
I [C]am me own man.[D]
I can [D]tell a fair old [D]story which I'm s[F]ure ain't no sur[C]prise
Of the [Bb]places [C]I have [F]been, o[G]h,
And they a[Bb]in't no l[F]ies.

I've never had a proper home,
Not one like yours is.
I've nearly always had a caravan
With 'orses.
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 a traveler 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 fireeater,
'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.