I was born in the wagon of a traveling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little Gospel,
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
In days of old, when knights were bold and journeyed from their castles Trusty men were left behind, knights needed not the hassles They helped themselves
I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey F'son My daddy used to holler and the fella he'd run Brother did whatever he could Drank a jar of Jasper's Bag a
Moving on, no abode Through the day and night, bridle road Turning from the thirsty day Time is right to slip away Cigano, it?s a road to anywhere Little
Young as I remember The scrag end of the war Gypsies through the borders Came a jingling door to door With posies of primroses And all the bonny bloom
[Unverified] Little money, goin' down to Mexico Take up with some crazy Spanish Lady Listen to the old wind blow She got earrings and she dances I'm an
Oi gippo! Well I was born in a wagon of a travelling show Mumma used to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa did whatever he could He used to
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Los gitanos gitanos gitanos Los gitanos, die zieh'n mit dem wind Und sie lassen sich einfach nur treiben Und sie bleiben wo sie grade sind Los gitanos
Spoken: Shoot down some of those airplanes your flyin', Specially the ones that are flyin' too low (x2) Come on back up to earth my friend Come on back
? ? ? Little money, Goin' down to mexico. Take up with some crazy spanish lady. Listen to the old wind blow. She got earrings, And she dances. I'm an
SAMMY I GOT Y'. I SHOT Y' AND Y' BLOODY KNOW I DID I GOT Y', I SHOT Y' LINDA I STOPPED IT WITH THE BIN LID SAMMY BIN LID - BUT YOU KNOW THAT
I was born in the wagon of a travelling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Poppa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
Leavin' again I don't know where or when we'll meet again Gypsies in flight I look into your eyes and see Gypsies in flight I see your face In everyone
We pulled out of Charlotte, the snow is fallin' down We make our way in this one-eagle sleigh, till we reach another town Our name is in lights on the
To the faraway places of France Of the people and the places I've been I'll sing you a song and I won't keep you long For the tambourine's playin' And
in the tomb of my desire sleeps the ghost, burns the fire of days gone by the lost dominion she is the one with four faces metal wings and the traces
