I was only a little boy when I heard the call Like a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us all So I took to the gypsy life, in the city of love And
You can breathe in the music this city makes Move by the rhythm the gypsies play Deep inside it comes alive There is a whisper that feeds your soul Words
and forget about music what it was what it is or what its supposed to be Give it to the day, give in to the funky Give in to the gypsy, to the nigger
covered lane And in your lonely flight have you heard the music? In the night, wonderful music Faint as a will o' the wisp, crazy as a loon Sad as a gypsy
all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying you are welcome back She is another canyon lady Estrella, circus girl Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy
Ay world, this Street's 101 I'm fin ta give u half a pound of J-Kwon And a quarter bird of Track Boy Music Hey hey hey Now all my life, dirty, I been
on the road again The life I love is making music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again On the road again Like a band of gypsies
place baby I'm a beast Hop into my wip cops pulled me over Don't worry bout a thing shorty Mad Child sober She listen to my music and she loves every
's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music
in half And live to talk about it you'll see her spine gyrate We'll have a gypsy read your palm and tell your fate We'll have the great bandini's opening
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
Words and music by bob seger Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler Who's gonna make that first mistake Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers All
Words and Music by Bob Seger A gypsy wind is blowing warm tonight The sky is starlit and the time is right And still you're tellin' me you have to
Your father was a rounder He played that rock and roll A leaper and a bounder Down to his gypsy soul The music was his angel And sorrow was his star
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
's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now, just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music
were disappearing into view Oh, what a dream, beyond the realm of why Pretty little beings beneath the yawning sky Speaking of God as though they could define Music
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
