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
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 It had no strings but the music
deed I do I wanna lay you down, prove to you I love you, babe I wanna turn you on to my lovin', babe, oh deed I do I got the blues like a Gypsy Dave
of bells and laughter, set my heart-strings fluttering like bats through chapel rafters. On entering a clearing I did sense impending peril, beheld a Gypsy
To be the motion actor two broken strings attracted To groom my face in life and doom Hesitate to throw a coin in, a wish could be a bad thing My mouth
own One night stand in New York City Lights are bright and the girls are pretty Held her heart and I held her hand Goodbye lady, I'm a one night stand Gypsy
lover's sendin' me death threats Well, Romeo had Juliet (Yeah) But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette (Woo) When it's time to strut and cut off strings
Every now and then I get a little lost My strings all get tangled, my wires all get crossed Every now and then I'm right up on the edge Dangling my toes
I was born to a gypsy woman with lightnin' crashing all around my crib Doctor took one look, he started runnin' He got two steps and lightnin' struck
Like a band of gypsies we go rolling down the highway I've come a long way riding with my friends They stand beside me when the world's not going my way
young man of the time when your love stick First rose free between your legs Like a growing tree Remember you walked with your lover Like a gypsy and a gypsy
miracle's stirring me So play on let 'em play for me Just drag that bow across the string So play on let 'em all night long Oh I love to hear our gypsies
and strings Calling you back are the streets of the ghetto Climb the stairs where you're from There's a room at the top of the heart of the ghetto Where the gypsy
use your love to listen well 'Cause I'm, I'm trying to tell you why I know It's time for me to go Drifted into the city to sing my songs of the gypsy
' do what we gotta' do So me and my gypsy heart gonna Pack up and hit the road Got a song in this ol guitar And a string of shows When that highway
American peple worked out a way to play it Just like a drum band The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat And the top strings were
safety we had made it seem almost like being in love Being in love Oh, love A bartending minstrel, I will answer your call A carnival gypsy with his twelve-string
Alone with my guitar Living on a mountain Far away I saw girl Gypsy woman deepest in the world When she moved it was a dance We hid ourselves And I had
