Sad Gypsy
Sad Gypsy
We told him our tale and of these we had many
Some of them true, most of them invented
And the gentleman confessed his days were quite empty
Believing we'd lived better lives
And the sad gypsy sang for his bottle of wine
And I sang along for mine
His lips touched the skin of the women we drink with
His soul saw the colours of times we had lived in
His mind saw the magic of the places we've been to
And we saw that he wasn't deprived
And the sad gypsy sang for his bottle of wine
And I sang along for mine
And the sad gypsy sang for a bottle of wine
And I sang along for mine
And the lady would dance all alone in the shadows
The gentleman was thinking he didn't love her
We played out our roles, saw the sun rising
It's laughing on us and our lives
And the sad gypsy sang for a bottle of wine
And I sang along for mine
- Artist:Jeffrey Shurtleff
- Album:State Farm (1971)