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

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

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

Thought I saw that
But it was just a car man
Said to me as I in line
nothing in the world as sad as time

Well if nothing comes to nothing then the point?
I sat right down and I built my
Flat caps, they just me by
The pneumonia left me dry

Well, gypsy market blues
I was too late but I got to choose
Talking gypsy blues
I was too late but I got to choose

Three later when I awoke
My dust lungs could hardly cope
I was not alone
I was in the old car park home

Looked out the window at the local
On the ledge were grilled sardines
Then through the in came the maid
Said, was her name

dark hair and copper skin
Washed my seven sins
Said, "Senor this bad news"
Told her of my blues

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

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