Lyrics:
some old rock and roll band
Living like a gypsy can
Just don't tell 'em I've gone crazy
That I'm still strung out over you
Tell 'em anything you
Bring out the gypsy in me!
I love all, the many charms about you!
Above all, I want my arms about you!
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa,
the wheels singing "westward ho"
Right from the day I heard them start
'Cross the Kansas plains from New Mexico
I guess I've got a little gypsy in my heart
the gypsy knows the moon
And it's route 22 all over again
Stick your thumb out and try to look like somebody's friend
Look strong at the man, gentle
the farther we go, all that grows closer
Is a mind full of memories we made years ago
[Chorus]
We rolled through the towns like a bus load of gypsies
on
Yeah!
I bet it's warm in California
I think it's time to hit the road
I just might call that plain of gypsies
Whose searching for our pot of gold
on, yeah
I'll bet it's warm in California
I think it's time to hit the road
I just might call that band of gypsies
Go searching for our pot
This one's for the mothers who have lost a child
This one's for the gypsies who left their hearts behind
This is for the strangers sleepin' in my
on
Yeah
I bet it's warm in California
I think it's time to hit the road
I just might call that plain of gypsies
Whose searching for our pot of gold
faster things.
You don't need no gypsy to tell you why,
Ya can't let one precious day to slip by.
Well, look inside yourself, and if you don't see what
And in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music, faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon, sad as a gypsy
where we sellin' rock
Africa Bambata home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for they act like they
Gypsy, has eyes that hide the secrets no one sees
Easy, you smile until she brings you to your knees
Stick around 'til you get the truth
Taste
Bring out the gypsy in me!
I love all, the many charms about you!
Above all, I want my arms about you!
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa,
and a gypsy fool out here on the run
Playing songs for not much cash, but lord we sure had fun
We make good love and we make good friends wherever we've been
a gypsy woman giving me advice(Repeat x2)
She got some red hot tips I'm keepin' them on ice.
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo
the gypsy in me.
I love all
The many charms about you;
Above all,
I want my arms about you.
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa - come to papa - do!
Bring out the gypsy in me!
I love all, the many charms about you!
Above all, I want my arms about you!
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa,
the gypsy in me.
I love all
The many charms about you;
Above all,
I want my arms about you.
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa - come to papa - do!
Bring out the gypsy in me!
I love all, the many charms about you!
Above all, I want my arms about you!
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa,
And in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music, faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon, sad as a gypsy
And in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music, faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon, sad as a gypsy
Bring out the gypsy in me!
I love all, the many charms about you!
Above all, I want my arms about you!
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa,
To spend one night with you in our old rendezvous,
And reminisce with you that's my desire.
To meet where gypsies play, down in that dim cafe,
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