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Talkin' gypsy market
I was too but I never got to choose
gypsy market blues
I was too but I never got to choose

Gotta have gypsy boots
them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to
in a doorway still as a mouse

Saw the bullfighter's last
I've been drinkin' dust, I've been cans
All my family, went home
Let me in Portugal, all

I saw that caravan
But it was a car park man
Said to me as I in line
There's nothing in the world as sad as

Well if comes to nothing then what's the point?
I sat down and I built my joint
Flat caps, just pass me by
The pneumonia left me dry

Well, talkin' gypsy blues
I was too late but I got to choose
Talking gypsy blues
I was too late but I never got to

Three days later when I
My dust filled lungs could hardly
Realised I was not
I was in the old car park home

Looked out the window at the scenes
On the ledge some grilled sardines
Then through the door in came the
Said, Maria was her

Long hair and copper skin
Washed away my seven
Said, "Senor this bad news"
Told her of my gypsy

Maria and said, "You're cute"
You need no gypsy boots
myself up off the floor
I don't need them no more

I don't them boots no more
I don't them boots no more
Said, "I don't them boots no more"
Don't need them boots,