Some people can get a thrill Knitting sweaters and sitting still That's okay for some people Who don't know they're alive Some people can thrive and
of life, don't expect a beautiful young woman like yourself to come on over here everyday. Have some old dude bangin' on her like a gypsy on a tambourine
made There's a big town 'cross the whiskey line And if we turn the right cards up They make us boss the devil pays off And them folks that are real
attacks And you catch a few hacks from the axe IN YO FACE! (Shaggy 2 Dope) I crawl like a tarantula, on my toes and thumbs Born to the carnies, gypsies
Wanted, 100 miles and runnin' Through the rain and the sunnin', when them feed folks comin' Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin
to save Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle Gypsy
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
Well I left LA, went to Tennessee Sometimes this town, get's the best of me Well those folks down South, they open up their mouths And it's ma'am and
I go out for tea and the flamenco came But go Well it's always night Well it's always night Yeah I'll go to Rome Rooftop slums Dead beneath pipes and gypsy
I spent five years in faded cut off blue jeans Had dreams of living like a gypsy Made a few friends Fell head over for a delinquent, yeah I guess a lot
The dolphins live in the open sea And the gypsies live in the forest While the owls and the crows And the sure foot does Still live like those before
the surface of your mind I got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymes Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy Gravel, grass, concrete, folk
, babe, we shall overcome" She said, "Excuse me while I kiss the sky You see some folks were going to die, I was born to run" She was a free spirit A gypsy
went to see the gypsy the other night She looked in my palm, looked me in the eye And said "you're a lucky man" "some folks got fortune
whim With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy Robert Zimmerframe With a synthesized accordion A scramblin' up my brain With a fiddle dee dee, a fiddle on high Excuse me folks
here I don't pass through this world but once so I'm taking it easy here [ steel ] Now some folks like the Northern steaks some folks like the South Some run around like the Gypsys
play when I die Face first in the mud Don't talk back 'cause he's got a gun Drivin' fast See how long your heart can last Can that gypsy see your past
to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle Gypsy