Gypsy King

Living life like a gypsy king
I've got five dollars and a diamond ring
Gave the ring to a woman who stole my heart
Lost my money playing poker
Now I'm back at the start

I'll pack up all my things and go
Headed north to the land of the snow

'Cause I'm a gypsy king
That's no lie
I don't have much money
But I sure got style

Now I ran across a man who came from the grind
He asked me for a cigarette if I wouldn't mind
As his smoke spun in circles
A dance in the sky
He told me a story that could make you cry

Of a love so sweet and true
He lost her in a whirlwind
While he was marching with the troops

I'm a gypsy king, he said
And I like your style
Sing me a song, please
And make me smile

So I sing for the wise man
And I sing for the trees
I sing for the young ones
And the birds and the bees
Yeah, I sing for the mountains
And I sing for the seas
'Cause that's the calling of a gypsy king

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So I sing for the wise man
And I sing for the trees
I sing for the young ones
And the birds and the bees
Yeah, I sing for the mountains
And I sing for the seas
'Cause that's the calling of a gypsy king