Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

Talkin' gypsy market blues
 I was too late but I never got to choose
 Talkin' gypsy market blues
 I was too late but I never got to choose
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 Gotta have them gypsy boots
 Followed them by familiar root
 Rambled 'round from town to town
 Sleepin' in a doorway as still as a mouse
 Saw the bullfighter's last stand
 I've been drinkin' dust
 I've been kickin' cans
 All my family, they went home
 Left me in Portugal, all alone
 Think I saw that caravan
 But it was just a car park man
 Said to me as I stood in line
 "There's nothing in the world as sad as time"
 Well, if nothing comes to nothing
 Then what's the point?
 I sat right down and I built my joint
 Flat caps they just pass me by
 The dust pneumonia left me dry
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 Well, talkin' gypsy market blues
 I was too late but I never got to choose
 Talkin' gypsy market blues
 I was too late and I never got to choose
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 Three days later when I awoke
 My dust filled lungs could hardly cope
 Realised I was not alone
 I was in the old car park man's home
 Looked out the window at the local scenes
 One the ledge were some grilled sardines
 Then through the door in came the maid
 Said Maria was her name
 Long dark hair and copper skin
 Washed away my seven sins
 Said, "Senor what's this bad news?"
 I told her of my gypsy blues
 Maria laughed and said, "You're cute"
 "You don't need no gypsy boots"
 Picked myself up off the floor
 I don't need them boots no more
 I don't need them boots no more
 I don't need them boots no more
 Said, I don't need them boots no more
 Don't need them boots, baby