't sing me Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs Don't sing me, don't sing me Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs Don't stir it up again I put
My gypsy biker's coming home And now I'm out countin' white lines Countin' white lines and getting stoned My gypsy biker's coming home Whoa! [Guitar
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 king [ ac.guitar
into highways surrounded and swirled Like a crown come down around a not so perfect world In the corner of the dream was the man with the blue guitar
Way on down to southern Alabama With the guitars jammin' that's where we're headed Straight up to Butte, Montana Singin' "Lord, I Was Born a Ramblin'
Gonna learn to fly Land in Spain Then I took a bus and I took a train Got down South Met this man Mario the guitar in his hand He don't like music From
started way back in NYC When I stole my first rhyme from the M.I.C At a west end avenue at 63 The beginning of a leap year, February, '96 With a guitar
in gypsy boots With a guitar on my back Rebel soul and attitude Just like Johnny Cash Well, this is just another town And I'm only passing through And I get around, in my gypsy
s the world I mostly see Starin' out of a wide window A thousand miles away from my home That's the gypsy in me Chorus: The gypsy in me can't stay in
've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like gypsy moths and radio talk ?Cause
what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do? I pulled a bomb from my shoe and exploded the trunk I woke up half drunk over looked by a bunch of gypsies
know That I love her, I love her A gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman, she was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman, she was a gypsy woman
Hotel rooms have their share of ghosts One just flew out from the mini bar Gypsies take their bodies and they leave their bags behind of karma and
There was a sad gypsy clown who could make you cry With a lick of guitar and a Spanish Fly And every night was a wild thing awaiting To fill the world
by a undercover buyer My supplier was a Gypsie cab driver That's when I realized I need to find a new hustle Livin' in the jungle the guitar became my
Have a lucky charm and a usual crew And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you Get a pair of legs about three feet long And a dangerous Jane to lay kisses
seeing what we'll see Doin' things that can make me smile, When you do things that remind me of me Hey, little man, Understand you're daddy ain't nothing but a guitar
