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at your medulla oblongata Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure Romantic type like the movie Casablanca Herb seller, once but busted by an undercover
Once there was a gypsy man Selling flowers from a baker's van Bess she pulled him round the town Pulled her wagon all old and brown Till one day we
above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie
you can [?] Watch the particles collide And trust the stars up in the sky! Sand that's gone, snatched by the storm Are the poles really shifting?
There's an old Gypsy Moth Made of glue and cloth That lands in a horse filled field An unusual event for those palomino gents Who just stared
a gypsy I was born to roam Like a wanderer with no fixed abode I think about the friends I've left behind on the road Well, the road's been rocky
(Reg Mombassa) I'm not a gypsy or a clown Cause I don't want to live in every town I don't want everything I see I just want one girl She won't
The gypsy woman told my mama On the day I was born Oh, you got a boy child comin' Oh Lord, he's gonna be a son of a gun He's gonna make those
I've been hypnotized by a Gypsy Lover Been sucker punched hard by a redneck mother Been plagiarized by my own damn brother Hey man, I think that's
In a field by a river My love and I did lie And on my naked shoulder She too proud to cry She said that I must leave her An icy tear she froze How
never follow No I, I could never follow I hit the highway in a pink RV with stars on the ceiling Lived like a gypsy Six strong hands on the steering
many. The ordinary miracle. A common kind of miracle that runs right by or maybe it's too gradual to catch your eye so you miss it. A sudden bolt
Our lives are hanging in the balance Or they're dangling by a thread A spark of life brought down from an angel To raise the stranger from
Gypsy woman told my mother 'fore I was born, You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun. Gonna make pretty women's jump and shout, And then
You can breathe in the music the city makes Move by the rhythm the Gypsies play Deep inside it comes alive. There is a whisper that feeds your
we come close the answer's always the same I guess some souls get restless under the skin There's a shortage by half of marrying men You know that
For all that he retains By the harbour lights of Sydney Or the Bora Bora moon He recites his sad confession To the seagulls and the loons
And if they turn out good enough I owe every word to you To the man and the woman who threw me a glance As they picnicked by the sea And returned
to get off all my work even though they complained every time Always had the gift of gab Before Uber we'll hop out, take off on the gypsy cab Hop
I'm a fool when love's at stake Because I can't conceal emotion What I'm feeling's always written on my face There's a gypsy down on Bleecker Street I
Innocence tainted by pure lunacy Cursed by the slash of a shape-shifting beast Oh no, this can't be Demonic infection, a doomed changeling His
Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More Scott Isbell in loving memory of Gregg Allman Lyrics and Music by Gregg Allman Originally performed by the Allman Brothers
making happy rhymes Chorus You might like the gypsy life You judge your progress by the phases of the moon Get your compass and your sharpest knife
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born
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