could be there with you was it the strike of two or the sound of his blues you're going to my head and Miles is blowin' through the room Gypsy music
'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
heart Music man from another land Far beyond the stars When the morning came a knockin' Kissed my lips and slipped away into the mist Heard a gypsy
scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic We make music from used up junk and bad luck dreams Liars and losers Emus and aardvarks Gypsies
break) Fat cat came and chased all the blues away And punk rock, jazz and the hip hop DJ Music can't be killed however If it's unloved, the music
the mid west, sweat out of my shirt And leavin with my life lessons embedded in ya dirt [Slug] We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the Gypsies
Llegando hasta la musica Sinners and saints and seduction and danger O-o-oh Closing her eyes she can still see the stranger O-o-oh Rising up to the music
your dreams away If no one wants to listen what's the story I wish I'd been a minstrel Just think of all the maidens I could call Oh I wish I'd been a gypsy
speed, And the whistling gypsy rover. He came at last to a mansion fine, Down by the River Clayde, And there was music, and there was wine, For the gypsy
(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972) My name is Jan the gypsy I travel the land. There are no chains about me I am me own man. I can tell
The gypsies know my future The angels know my past I roll around this big wide world To find a love to last I'm weary from my wandering Lord I'm wounded
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 And
I'm ahead of my time like Jimmy Hendrix played Woodstock Me, I'm playin' Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks I used to reminisce should I do music or
hell yeah to break loose I could be innocent or I could be guilty Doesn't mean that I won't believe in the music I'm singing I could be rich like a wondering Gypsy
(Music: Pell / Lyrics: Soto) You been riding hard and you've Seen the face of heaven, The lawman has no mercy on your Soul. One kiss and you're gone,
the music for one last cry This is a prayer that tomorrow will Help me leave the past behind This is a song for the unloved This is the music for one
you, I see you raining (Raining) He knows you're raining (Raining) Oh yeah You're slippin' away with your gypsy band You're hot on your music and playin
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