(Dickie Peterson)
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I had to try the Gypsy
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I wanna have my fortune told
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She said, "what kind of love for
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I would surely sell my soul.
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Your girl, she is gone
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Your best friend just left town
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And your standin' in the middle
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Turn around."
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Well I ain't superstitious
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My boots' in my bag
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My heat she has left me
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And ain't never coming back.
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That's alright with me
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I don't wanna see you no more
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I got no good news woman
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That's for sure.
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Gypsy, Gypsy tell me
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Now what I have in store
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Well, will I be a rich man
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Or will I make it be poor?
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She said, "Son you're a mighty young man
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But there's a lot you don't understand
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The fate of every man
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Is in his own hands."
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Fortunes
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| Blue Cheer |
