The Gipsy

I fell in a stream

Neck deep in needles

A slow motion sunlit scene

I woke in a world

With two kinds of people

The more and the less extreme

Was it some kind of dream?

Or is it real?

 

Then I awoke

To then white policemen

Who held me until I choked

They brought me in

Like McCarthy and Nixon

That isn't all she wrote

Log on to a suicide note

 

But I can't get nothin'

That can be bought

So I'll just live

With what I got

I'm the gypsy

And I'll never be

Anyone's president

So I'll just live

'Til my time's spent

I'm the gypsy

I'm the gypsy

 

Little Susie Baker went to meet her maker

For a ten pound note

A glass and a sucker is all that it got her

Guess she got her goat

And the Camptown ladies say »you have a nice day

Just be along your way . . . GET OUT ! ! ! !«

 

CHORUS

 

I fell in a stream of lilac and razors

What do you think that means?

Another day - another stomach

Aches for some other way

But for now I'll just live today . . . OH YEAH ! ! ! ! !

 

But I can't get nothin' that can be bought

So I'll just live with what I got

I'm the gypsy - I'm the gypsy

Songtext: Morse, Neal