The Coral — Talkin’ Gypsy Market Blues

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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

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 bullfighters last stand
Ive been drinkin’ dust
Ive been kickin’ cans
All my family, they went home
Let me in Portugal, all alone
Thought I saw that caravan
But it was just a car park man
Said to me as I stood in line
Theres nothing in the world as sad as time
Well if nothing comes to nothing
Then whats the point?
I sat right down and I built my joint
Flat caps they just pass me by
The dust pneumonia left me dry

Talkin’ gypsy market blue
I was too late but I never got to choose
Talkin’ gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose

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 mans 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 whats this bad news
Told her of my gypsy blues
Maria laughed and said your cute
You dont need no gypsy boots
Picked myself up off the floor
I dont need them boots no more