, you ain't nothing but gone My gypsy biker's coming home And now I'm out countin' white lines Countin' white lines and getting stoned My gypsy biker
They call They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man 'Cause I don'
There was a gypsy came over the land, He sang so sweet and gaily. He sang beneath the wild wood tree And charmed the great lord's lady. The lord he did
of dreams A restless carefree bagabum a roving gypsy king He sang me through fairy lands of love while his guitar would ring Like the tone he soon was gone my roving gypsy
(Dickie Peterson & Leigh Stephens) The gypsy wizard, he rattled His broken tattered tambourine And asked for me to share with him In this timeless dream
ask me the question Starin' out the window with the memory runnin' down your face Is there more to this maybe? Than dancin' for pennies in the street like a gypsy
if you see her with me Gypsy woman, hey, gypsy woman Hey hey hey gypsy woman Hey hey hey gypsy woman Hey hey hey gypsy woman Gypsy woman, hey, gypsy
how it could be getting any worse Can't shake loose these gypsy blues of mine All tied down to these gypsy boots sublime Better make good use of these gypsy
the young gypsy Had come from a farm in the west Where the children had played through the heat of the day Affording the gypsy no rest And the gypsy
Hey gypsy, hey gypsy come on home Even if it's just to paint your wagon Old hobo, how long can this go on? She's mending socks and sittin' home a naggin
them from the distance With music in my ears I went back to see the gypsy It was nearly early dawn The gypsy's door was open wide But the gypsy was
the boys we just can't fail Got to get ridin' that Gypsy Trail Steel horse ride through the night Hear the engines wail Ride that Gypsy Ride that Gypsy Ride that Gypsy
how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said, "Roll gypsy roll" Lord just pick up your bags and go Gypsy's life's a story
baby, come back. (Dm7) Come back baby, come back. To (CM7) me... I?ve seen things I should not see. On a moon at night, all oceans wide. I?ve seen Gypsy
old gypsies came to our hall door They came brave and boldly-o And the one sang high and the other sang low And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-
three old gypsies came to our hall door They came brave and boldly-o One sang high and the other sang low And the lady sang the raggle taggle gypsy-o
When the sun breaks through the clouds That's when you'll see me appear I've been watching you for a million years I'll be watching you for a million
the same the whole world over? People seem to go from bad to worse. Whether you're a fighter or a lover, Gypsy Rose and I don't give a curse. Seven