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



Gotta Have Them Gypsy Boots

Follow Them By Familiar Root

Rambled Round From Town To Town

Sleepin' In A Doorway Still As A Mouse



Saw The Bullfighter's Last Stand

I've Been Drinkin' Dust

I've Been Kickin' 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

Talking Gypsy Market Blues

I Was Too Late But I Never Got To Choose



Three 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

On 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 You're Cute

You Don't Need No Gypsy Boots

Picked Myself Up Off The Floor

I Don't Need Them Boots No More