The Coral
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Talking 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.
Got to have them gypsy boots,
Followed them by familiar ?,
Rabbled round from town to town,
Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse.
Saw the bullfighters last stand,
I've been ? dust I've been kicking cans.
All my family they went home,
Let me in Portugal all alone.
Dreamed 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,
? passed me by.
? left me dry.
Well talking 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.
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,
? and grilled sardines,
Then through the door came the maid,
Said Maria was her name.
Long dark hair and copper skin,
Washed away my seven sins.
? what's this bad news
I 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)
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