Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues Lyrics
| Song | Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues |
| Artist | The Coral |
| Album | Magic & Medicine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Skelly | |
| Talkin’ gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Talkin’ gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Got to have them gypsy boots | |
| Followed them by familiar root | |
| Rambled round from town to town | |
| Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse | |
| Saw the bullfighters last stand | |
| I've been drinking dust | |
| I've been kicking cans | |
| All my family, they went home | |
| Let me in | |
| Portugal, all alone | |
| Thought 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 | |
| Flat caps they just pass me by | |
| The dust pneumonia left me dry | |
| Talkin’ gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Talkin’ 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 | |
| One the ledge were some grilled sardines | |
| Then through the door in came the maid | |
| Said Maria was her name | |
| Long dark hair and copper skin | |
| Washed away my seven sins. | |
| Said senor what's this bad news | |
| 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) |
| zuo qu : Skelly | |
| Talkin' gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Talkin' gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Got to have them gypsy boots | |
| Followed them by familiar root | |
| Rambled round from town to town | |
| Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse | |
| Saw the bullfighters last stand | |
| I' ve been drinking dust | |
| I' ve been kicking cans | |
| All my family, they went home | |
| Let me in | |
| Portugal, all alone | |
| Thought 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 | |
| Flat caps they just pass me by | |
| The dust pneumonia left me dry | |
| Talkin' gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Talkin' 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 | |
| One the ledge were some grilled sardines | |
| Then through the door in came the maid | |
| Said Maria was her name | |
| Long dark hair and copper skin | |
| Washed away my seven sins. | |
| Said senor what' s this bad news | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Skelly | |
| Talkin' gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Talkin' gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Got to have them gypsy boots | |
| Followed them by familiar root | |
| Rambled round from town to town | |
| Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse | |
| Saw the bullfighters last stand | |
| I' ve been drinking dust | |
| I' ve been kicking cans | |
| All my family, they went home | |
| Let me in | |
| Portugal, all alone | |
| Thought 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 | |
| Flat caps they just pass me by | |
| The dust pneumonia left me dry | |
| Talkin' gypsy market blues | |
| I was too late but | |
| I never got to choose | |
| Talkin' 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 | |
| One the ledge were some grilled sardines | |
| Then through the door in came the maid | |
| Said Maria was her name | |
| Long dark hair and copper skin | |
| Washed away my seven sins. | |
| Said senor what' s this bad news | |
| 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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