Gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born Say you got a boy child comin Got to be a son of a gun A boy and girl Both jump and shout And world's
I'm the cat from the alley I'm the fleetfoot voodoo man There's very little that's ever said All of which I understand Caught like skunk In space and
this place Never come back and forget you ever saw my face Dark lady laughed and danced And lit the candles one by one Danced to her gypsy music Till
screen door Let me see your face once more My hands are cold and my feet so sore And I can't go on this way And the thoughts come too fast And too many
keep screamin' and dreamin' How you think we got the spotlight beamin' On stage while I-Roc rhyme All about the nation, primetime but you got to find Solutions to work around the Constitution And
door And hop in my caddie towards the liquor store 'Cause she knows, I won't be home for days With hookers and hotel rooms and cocaine Avalon's gone and
The gypsy woman told my mother before I was born I got a boy child who's comin', gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women jump and shout And
cat bone and I got a mojo tooth I got the John the conquerer root, gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand And then the world
Gypsy woman told my mother 'Fore I was born She said, you got a boy-child coming And gonna be a son of a gun Gonna make pretty womens Jump and shout
black cat bone and said "Mama, don't you worry, I was born to storm" When lightnin' strikes and the walls fall down I'm a wild cat, baby, when the thunder
know That I love her, I love her A gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman, she was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman, she was a gypsy woman
Gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born You got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty womens Jump and shout Then
Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic We make music from used up junk and bad luck dreams Liars and losers Emus and aardvarks Gypsies and
away And now it's just a dying town It's just a dying town (instrumental break) Fat cat came and chased all the blues away And punk rock, jazz and
it We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe And I'll take you all out to where the Gypsy angels go They're built like light and they dance like spirits
old hoochie coochie man And I'm yo' son of a gun Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born She said you know he's comin' mama and he
t got no gypsy blood I'm the lord of the rags, lord of the flies I got a black chrome horse and cat green eyes Give me the witching hour, when the rain comes Gypsy
hold you back? The Wolfman's dead and the old black cat is gone, like a memory faded from your past. You look so sad, with a face of stone, just skin and