Amare, amare, amare Amare, amare, amare Amare, amare, amare ...
show When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me A gypsy driftin' down the road And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me A gypsy driftin' down
Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose I was led on I suppose For the Gypsy was always out of reach I crossed her palm with silver just to know What the
Übersetzung: Santana. American Gypsy.
It's hard as hell out on this highway But I'm still addicted to the show When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me A gypsy driftin' down the road Buses
: It's hard as hell out on this highway But I'm still addicted to the show When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me A gypsy driftin' down the road
haunted, all on top slave burial grounds Dead cooks, workers and maids, under this Earth in rage Ancient whore houses that explain my sexual ways Money and murder: interprets the American
a train for Switzerland America, America God shed his grace on Thee You have whipped the Philipino Now you rule the Western Sea Americans dream of gypsies, I have found Gypsy knives and gypsy
shit is a miracle We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters Rice in the fridge, bread in the oven by the roaster We be takin' gypsy cabs and
Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho Some will walk the sheet close Many are called but
't seem to break The shackles of the city boy blues Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons It's the American dream Souls of gypsies, road of stone
I go out for tea and the flamenco came But go Well it's always night Well it's always night Yeah I'll go to Rome Rooftop slums Dead beneath pipes and gypsy
you'd love me some. I'll give you all of the dreams you can use Before all hell breaks loose. All right! Now I know what the gypsy meant When he told
Have you ever been to American wedding? Where is the vodka, where is marinated herring? Where is the musicians that got the taste? Where's the supply
It was Afro American people in the south That worked out this way of playing it though You know in Europe they usually play a guitar But the Afro American
Well, I dreamed I was a gypsy riding the land With a tambourine and a gypsy queen and a rainbow caravan ? ? ? ? ? ? ? yeah, but I won't be Stealing
time she wrote to me American eyes so close to me American eyes so close to me American eyes Will you ever come again? Will you ever come again? American