Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues 歌词

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 Got to have them gypsy boots Followed them by familiar root Rambled round from town to town Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse Saw the bullfighters last stand I've been drinking dust I've been kicking 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 Talkin' 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 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 what's this bad news 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)