Lyrics:
We soon will find
The light of the moon
Those left behind
Try to free the gypsy in their hearts
By trying to catch the morning star...
Now that
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
gypsy , with a toothless smile
Said "sit with me my darling, let's talk a little while"
And the road goes on, seeming ever longer on the way
I'm in such a mood
turned on by the thought of you
you're not around
so i just sit here and brood
amongst a lethal combination
kind of midnight mood
The gypsies know my future
The angels know my past
I roll around this big wide world
To find a love to last
I'm weary from my wandering
Lord I'm
Words and music by Willie Dixon
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 sun
Come sit by the lake with me and Watch the rain make Ripple waves
Red flowers grow in the woods
Watch them grow wild and free You're tied up
a million rubies in
My pocket to get by
I say, this is for my people
All the gypsy stars
They call us illegal, that's just who we are
This is for my people,
I bought a sequined suit from a pearly queen
And she could drink more wine than I'd ever seen
She had some gypsies' blood flowing through her feet
(..) might have passed you by now
And it's a cold December
In the heat of next July (now)
Will you or won't you remember
Our summer
Will
Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles, the music plays slow
But
enchantment my enchantment arrives
Hello mystery you've got the moves
Show me through yeah show me through
Guide me by the stars to your heart
Read me like
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He
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
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
and do your thanng!
Cheeesboiger!
What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement
Now the news - snap to attention!
and do your thanng!
Cheeesboiger!
What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement
Now the news - snap to attention!
She's pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight
Country girl sticker on her Chevrolet
She'd close on an old pine down by the riverbank
A buzz from
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
Verse 1
Respect for the rich man but homeless with a spliff
I can still pull your bitch then take a nap in my whip
On the street by the beach
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
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
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
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