Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

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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