Silver coins that jingle jangle fancy shoes that dance in time
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Oh the secrets of her dark eyes they did sing a gypsy rhyme
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Yellow clover in tangled blossoms in a meadow silky green
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Where she held me to her bosom, lord, just a boy of seventeen
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I recall a gypsy woman silver spangles in her eyes
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Ivory skin against the moonlight and the taste of life's sweet wine
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[ harmonica ]
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Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows stir the darkness in my mind
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Oh gentle woman you sleep beside me and little know who haunts my mind
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Gypsy lady I hear your laughter and it dances in my head
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While my tender wife and babies slumber softly in their bed
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I recall a gypsy woman...
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I Recall A Gypsy Woman
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| Waylon Jennings |
