Gypsy
She's a little like the tide
Always changing her mind
And she's a little like the sun
Making love to my eyes
Well she's kind of like wine
On a Friday night
But no place I've been, no place I've seen
Compares to her smile
Well the European skies they just couldn't cut it
So she packed her bags, threw it up
And said, "I've had it, I'm going now"
Would you let me run?
'Cause she didn't wanna go home, didn't wanna let go
Sold her heart to a van and the road and it goes to show
It doesn't really matter if you're broke and alone
Moved to the East Coast, dreamed of the West Coast
Fell in love on her way through the South Coast
And all the time you spent up in the sky
Had a gypsy on your mind
Said she's running out of time
But I'd give her all of mine
She's got the craziest eyes
I could lay down and die now
Well the European skies they just couldn't cut it
So she packed her bags, threw it up
And said, "I've had it, I'm going now"
Would you let me run?
She'd go far and wide across the night sky
Until she crashed and burned to the blue skyline
And she knew she was home for now
'Cause she didn't wanna go home, didn't wanna let go
Sold her heart to a van and the road and it goes to show
It doesn't really matter if you're broke and alone
Moved to the East Coast, dreamed of the West Coast
Fell in love on her way through the South Coast
And all the time you spent up in the sky
Had a gypsy on your mind
'Cause she didn't wanna go home, didn't wanna let go
Sold her heart to a van and the road and it goes to show
It doesn't really matter if you're broke and alone
Moved to the East Coast, dreamed of the West Coast
Fell in love on her way through the South Coast
All the time you spent up in the sky
'Cause she didn't wanna go home, didn't wanna let go
Sold her heart to a van and the road and it goes to show
It doesn't really matter if you're broke and alone
Moved to the East Coast, dreamed of the West Coast
Fell in love on her way through the South Coast
And all the time you spent up in the sky
Had a gypsy on your mind
Had a gypsy on your mind
Always changing her mind
And she's a little like the sun
Making love to my eyes
Well she's kind of like wine
On a Friday night
But no place I've been, no place I've seen
Compares to her smile
Well the European skies they just couldn't cut it
So she packed her bags, threw it up
And said, "I've had it, I'm going now"
Would you let me run?
'Cause she didn't wanna go home, didn't wanna let go
Sold her heart to a van and the road and it goes to show
It doesn't really matter if you're broke and alone
Moved to the East Coast, dreamed of the West Coast
Fell in love on her way through the South Coast
And all the time you spent up in the sky
Had a gypsy on your mind
Said she's running out of time
But I'd give her all of mine
She's got the craziest eyes
I could lay down and die now
Well the European skies they just couldn't cut it
So she packed her bags, threw it up
And said, "I've had it, I'm going now"
Would you let me run?
She'd go far and wide across the night sky
Until she crashed and burned to the blue skyline
And she knew she was home for now
'Cause she didn't wanna go home, didn't wanna let go
Sold her heart to a van and the road and it goes to show
It doesn't really matter if you're broke and alone
Moved to the East Coast, dreamed of the West Coast
Fell in love on her way through the South Coast
And all the time you spent up in the sky
Had a gypsy on your mind
'Cause she didn't wanna go home, didn't wanna let go
Sold her heart to a van and the road and it goes to show
It doesn't really matter if you're broke and alone
Moved to the East Coast, dreamed of the West Coast
Fell in love on her way through the South Coast
All the time you spent up in the sky
'Cause she didn't wanna go home, didn't wanna let go
Sold her heart to a van and the road and it goes to show
It doesn't really matter if you're broke and alone
Moved to the East Coast, dreamed of the West Coast
Fell in love on her way through the South Coast
And all the time you spent up in the sky
Had a gypsy on your mind
Had a gypsy on your mind
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Writer(s): Billy Reid
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