GYPSY WINE
GYPSY WINE
GYPSY WINE
I was ridin’
and I start to cry
about a girl
who loved a man
I don’t choose to be
I’ve been walkin’ and I’ve been tired
I’ve been thinkin’
I’ve been on fire!
She don’t want
no GYPSY WINE
She don’t want
no GYPSY
WINE
