The speculators made their money on the blood you shed Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
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
His laugh was music to my ears it touched like summer sun But when I looked into his eyes my heart told me to run For there are so a wanderer a veever
I think you're coming around again Your psychic told you that she thinks it's the end of the line You put on that smile again And somehow forget you were
I used to be, now I'm not what you see, Lord I try And now it seems all those dreams have come true But they're passing me by Some fast talkin' mama for
Well, sometimes lady call a sexy Sati When she comes around She dances for me I spend my twenty when I roll through town I think I?m believing There?
Warning, warning Reason escapes me Before long you'll understand I've fallen victim To this woman's evil plans This is a warning You've got to beware
I'm Gypsy Songman, yes sir, you'd like to hear my song Pick it for you now, play it all night long If blues is all you see, this song is what you need
Traditional, arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie It was late last night when the boss came home Asking about his lady The only answer that he got was
Meagan's Gyspy eyes The lyres surround me Purple drops of rain The sun shone around me Death that clouds her life Will be forever Thee is loved Yet cannot
Alright, living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be Living in the shadows where there is no sun, there is no breeze Drinking stale water,
(Dolly Parton) We might have slept in a rail yard or camped by the river bank We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land And quenched our thirst with
Ten years before my time, I sang a song to a friend of mine, About a girl working for a dime. I didn't know that gypsy girl But I knew about her kind
Now, don't you try to put it down Don't pour cold water over me 'Cause I been up and I been down, yeah She's the warmest thing I've ever seen 'Cause
So gypsy=this is NOT savage garden! Was a sleek and silver gypsy Who knocked upon my door I turn her away But she won't take no anymore Well I've been
I've seen lightning, and I've fought fire, But I've never, met a girl like you, no. You possess a magic potion, you put a spell on me. You're like the
Nowhere through a caravan around the campfire light Comes a lovely woman in motion with hair as dark as night Her eyes were like that of a cat in the
We might have slept in the mayor's yard or camped by the river banks We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land and quenched our thirst with rain We