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Boiled In Lead Songs From The Gypsy The Gypsy He came into town on a hot summer night When the flies were giving us fits. He drove an old Ford that had about lost the fight His eyes were as black as the pits. He wore an old rag wrapped around his head A yellow shirt of cloth woven fine. Had scars on his face where once he had bled And pants with a belt made of twine. He found the table where Timmy D. sat And walked up and settled in like he wanted to stay. [error on CD lyrics] He put his money out on the board And said, "Hey, boy, teach me to play." Most of his money was gone before ten That's when he smiled and took out his knife. "All right, " he said, "We'll try it again, But this time we'll play for your life." I saw the panic in Timmy D's eyes His tongue flicked out like the tongue of a beast. I liked seeing Timmy cut down to size But somebody phoned the police. He said, "My business is dead on the floor Though my business ain't often in bars. I kill beasts when I can't take them anymore Between times I look for the stars." I've lived in the swamp and the street I know every beast that fills them. There is no other soul I'd less like to meet Than the scarred old gypsy who kills them. |
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