W | en t to see the gypsy
Staying in a big hot el
He smiled when he saw me coming
And he w ished me well
His room was dark and c rowded
The lights were low and d im
?How are y ou?? he asked of me
And I a sked the same of him
I went down to the l obby
To make a small call o ut
A pretty dancing girl was t here
And s he began to shout
Go on b ack to see the g ypsy
He can r id you of your f ear
He d id it in Las V egas
And h e can do it here
Oh the l ights were on the r iver
S hining from outs ide
I c ontemplated e v?ry move
break
Or at least I tried
I went b ack to s ee the g ypsy
It was n early early d awn
The g ypsy?s door was o pen
But the g ypsy was gone
And that p retty dancing g irl
Oh s he could not be f ound
So I w atched the s un come r ising
In a l ittle Minnesota town
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