, then again Spain Heard you went to Texas and you brought the rain. I remember you, down on the boulevard, head held high, proud of your gypsie heart
in Spain Well you loved me but you still lost me Treated me such away-ay-ay I'll make the money but the money made me It was all the same in spain Well
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again Bohemienne, bohemienne Here's my fate in the lines of my hands My mother told me tales of Spain I think that's where
i 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
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico
in your arms You forget the way you thrilled her heart with all your gypsy charms Oh, oh, oh, hear the whistle blow Oh, oh, oh, away, away you go Gypsy
I want you to show me What love is Run with me like a hell bent Gypsy Scream for me from the highest balcony Carve my name on an old red door in Spain
. Senior year abroad i ripped the pea out of the pod. In store for three months of exile in spain. Where was the danger? Watch out for the gypsy children
I want you to show me What love is Run with me like a hell bent gypsy Scream for me from the highest balcony Carve my name on an old red door in Spain
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again Bohemienne, bohemienne Here's my fate in the lines of my hands My mother told me tales of Spain I think that's
in Africa, then again Spain Heard you went to Texas and you brought the rain. I remember you, down on the boulevard, Head held high, proud of your gypsie
bohemienne Come tomorrow, I'll wander again Bohemienne, bohemienne Here's my fate in the lines of my hands My mother told me tales of Spain I think