Gypsy Girl (Acoustic And Live)

And ten years before my time,
I sang a song to a friend of mine,
?Bout a girl working for a dime
I didn?t know
that gypsy girl,
But knew about her kind of thrill
Her love was cheap and
always up for sale
And oh picture this, I?m not alone
When I sing this song
I?m not alone
With my gypsy girl
Now gypsy lady?s lost her soul
And she?s so scared of growing old
But words don?t age for me they
turn to gold
And Gypsy Girl with raven hair
And holds my hope into the air
She?s the one that never
seemed to care
Oh picture this, I?m not alone
When I sing this song,
I?m not alone,
With my gypsy girl, yeah
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Woh, my gypsy
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Woh, my gypsy
Yeah
Oh picture this, I?m not alone
When I sing this song,
I?m not alone,
With my gypsy girl
My gypsy girl
Now gypsy girl plays it fair
And there?s a hand and in the air
She?s the same for me
It turns to gold
Gypsy girl with raven hair
Holds my hope into the air
She?s the one that never seems to care
And oh picture this, I?m not alone
When I sing this song
I?m not alone
With my gypsy girl