the coral
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   Gotta have them gypsy boots Follow them by familiar root Rambled round from town to town Sleepin' in a doorway 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 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 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   Talkin' 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   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 On 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 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