Gypsies and Indians
Intro:
Chorus:
Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be
I saw her standing by the river, gypsy guitar in her hand
She sang a song that would haunt me, again, again and again
Chorus
I felt the fire in his red skin as we lay down in the sand
And we made love by the blood moon, again, again and again
Chorus
When I awoke he had left me, his arrows lay in the sand
I'll pray he'll come back and take me again, again and again
Chorus
by: José Duarte