Talking gypsy market blues, I was too late but I never got to choose, Talking gypsy market blues, I was too late but I never got to choose.
Got to have them gypsy boots, Followed them by familiar ?, Rabbled round from town to town, Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse.
Saw the bullfighters last stand, I've been ? dust I've been kicking cans. All my family they went home, Let me in Portugal all alone.
Dreamed 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, ? passed me by. ? left me dry.
Well talking gypsy market blues, I was too late but I never got to choose, Talking gypsy market blues, I was too late but I never got to choose.
3 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, ? and grilled sardines, Then through the door came the maid, Said Maria was her name.
Long dark hair and copper skin, Washed away my seven sins. ? what's this bad news I told her of my gypsy blues
Maria laughed and said your 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)
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