Lyrics:
shouldn't be so hard |Love shouldn't be so hard|Hard as this||||||||Gypsy Child (L. Ortega)||When I was just a little girl|I had the biggest dreams|Took me
'The Troubadour's Gypsy'
I know I said I would follow you anywhere
But that just plain ain't true
Cuz people change as the years roll by
Looks like
She's like a little gypsy
On the road
She likes a little whiskey
In her coke
She gets a little frisky
From the blow
Her life's a little trippy
Tipsy
and simple for Gypsy Joe and me
Now Gypsy was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch
And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit
Oh
Well I realizes I've been hypnotized
I love you gypsy eyes
I love you gypsy eyes
All right
Gypsy
Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire
Well I realize I've been hypnotized
I love your gypsy eyes
I love your gypsy eyes
All right
Gypsy
Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire
Now Gypsy was my little dog I found by the road in a ditch
And so I named him Gypsy cause that name just seemed to fit
Oh and Joe he was my man he was
no more
In Sibiu lives the king of Gypsies, while I was called
here by an eyebrow, an eyebrow of Fagaras Mountains
I bought a cheap, tiny map
There's a harvest moon and the stars are bright
(Dance, gypsy, dance)
There's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight
(Dance, gypsy, dance)
come give me a kiss
All over my sexy body, I work it like a gypsy
You know you want this
If you got any little freak in
You then I’mma find it
These
we care about a little button
Being pushed by someone we don't even know?
Well, I wish I was an Aztec
Or a runner in Peru
I would build such
I always will remember Gypsy Wheeler
I used to see him ride by every day
Gypsy was a small town wheeler dealer
'Til he gave it up and just rode
I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw
Poppa would do whatever he could
Preach a little
cutting down that real sticky icky OG
Sexy little pretty come and chilly Willy on the Philly silly I sitting on that fire you and I Gypsy child
California
should I do
Inject a little sniff of love but motherfuckers know it's cool
Roll another wicked primo, got my head up in the mules
They say that if they
I've got the blues
Foolin' around got me
Abused by the muse
From my head
Down to my sandals
Don't you know thay
My life is in shambles
Abused by the muse
old Gypsy songs:
I can tell your fortuneand I can take your fortunehoopah! Hoopah!
Willy Nickerson is immediately entranced by this hot-blooded
thin air
A song was born that morning for the whole world to share
Me and my muse, we're making music
Me and my muse, we're making music for you
Making
my muse)
You inspire everything that I do
I hope that it's alright how I
use you
Every little thing that you do
You never asked to be my muse
You u u u
You do your thing by yourself
Don't really understand
Little do you know that
You're my muse and I'm the man
I see you're having fun
On your socials
me out of the sinking sand
A moment too soon
Little do you know but I
I was searching for you
And your gypsy soul
You and your gypsy soul
You
a given rule
That we're all fools
And need to have a little sin
So I'm ridin'
Well I'm ridin' on the gypsy
On the gypsy queen
Well she was
we're all fools
And need to have a little sin
So I'm ridin'
Well I'm ridin' on the gypsy
On the gypsy queen
Well she was straight from hell
But you
Try cut chew with the boys
Nah fuck that
Wanna get left there, roughed up, that’s your choice
Gypsies, Charvas, Dealers, not from round here walk
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