Lyrics:
A home
I've never known
Just wheels steel feel
Whistlin' down the road
You
Know a similar thing
Livin' high rise high-falutin
City to city by plane
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
Invite in people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me
you can see
Yes, I've been blinded totally
Oh please, don't pass me by
Well, I sing this for the Jews and the
Gypsies and the smoke that they made
a bottle of rose so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light
I don't know if you can hear me
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
She (He) belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very
a bottle of rose so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light
I don't know if you can hear me
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead vocals by Dennis DeYoung
la la la la
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one day you're up
and the next day you're
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
I am a foreigner
And I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushed
I am a foreigner
And I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushed
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
It might have been the beach at Bali-Bali
Or was it by the blue Miami shore?
I don't recall your name
But won't you tell me, just the same
Where
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
to get by, gotta get by
Caught you playing both sides
Caught you playing both sides again
Got you dead to rights
And there'll be no compromise
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
mind
oh, you make me purr
you make me a gypsy queen
just by holding you near
I want to be
your only lover
Im filled with desire
Witts, beauty
miss you.
Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart,
Dream of the field and the grove,
Can you hear me, hear me in that dreamland,
Where your fancies
Verse 1
I can't be the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Why is my spirit cursed and lonely
Sad scenes flicker by like a movie
by
The Django and Jimmie
Has Mississippi
A young singing brakeman
A jazz playing gypsy
Might not have been
A Merle or a Willie
If not for
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