Gypsies

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Gypsies

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Gypsies taking chances on the silence of the night Silent tune, a crowded room and neon lights are bright He sings of times he'll never see of pleasures and delight And so he's told to sing his soul and everything's alright Well, I'm standing at a sunrise in the morning of the years Only tunes I used to know from yesterday's careers Dreaming soft on friendships that I used to hold so strong On roads that split and turn to dust and I kindly walk alone All times you have known All the seasons that have flown All of the winter winds that have come and gone And all of the times you have known Well, I'm staring out my motel room to some clothes upon the line Memories still rain back at me from days that wouldn't rhyme Yeah, and I ain't so sure that these days too don't want to speak too soon But I can look back now and joke a while when we was working for a room All times you have known All the seasons that have flown All of the winter winds that have come and gone And all of the times we have known Gypsies taking chances on the silence of the night

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  • B.W. Stevenson