Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

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)