Lyrics:
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago
Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago
U.S.A. picked a quarrel with
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the trumpet play slow
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the gypsy café
With a friend of a friend of mine
Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee
a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the gypsy café
With a friend of a friend of mine
Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by
Pirogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
Artist : Joan Baez
Song : Love Is Just A Four Letter Word
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.
Camping out all night on the veranda
Walking in the streets down by the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill the like
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by
Pirogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
Perogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow
Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of
Fairy tales
The heath was hung in
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
the hangman
Or by the noose I swing
In the morning sun
Like a tipsy gypsy
Looking like I'd been had
But like the story says
This wild-eyed boy is bad
Living off the friends we made
Never ever getting paid
Kicking ass and paying dues
Lose our mind in self abuse
Loving ladies by the score
Comfort came against my will
And every story must grow old
Still, I'll be a traveler
A gypsy's reins to face
But the road is wearier
With that fool
Comfort came against my will
And every story must grow old
Still, I'll be a traveler
A gypsy's reins to face
But the road is wearier
With that fool
were so close, social distance na go getty
Teppa spreadin' love, flower power like a hippie
Granting magic wishes, natural mystic na no gypsy
Full one
right in there and grabs them long green boogers
By whatever you grab them long green boogers by
Well, one day he's got a full Nelson on this big
the dirt
You know I whispered a verse
Ancient scriptures ringing
Like a gypsy's curse
I believe it
Cos we all think too much and we feel too little love
Far
Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
I've been stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles, and the trumpets play slow
Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
Being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
Well, the triangles tingle and the trumpets play slow
Say,
Time slips by in the hourglass
You can hear your name
Sand slides through the stranger's hand
As he deals the game.
All the candles are burning
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