I know it's hard to love a gypsy, but please don't worry baby
'cos I'll soon be coming home to you.
And if I steal away, steal away like a thief in the night,
well, it's only 'cos I hate to say a long goodbye to you.
I know there ain't nowhere, nowhere can compare to the comfort
to the comfort of your big brass bed.
But I got a long road to travel and only hard and stony ground
for me to rest my weary head.
I'm like a fish out of water;
feels like I'm drowning on dry land
if I ain't got a reservation ticket right here, right here
in the palm of my hand.
I gotta be a 21st century gypsy lover
a 21st century gypsy singing lover man!
(short solo)
And when I kiss you goodbye in the dark hours of the morning
and pack a guitar bag and head on out the door
I know you know that I really hate to leave
but it's that time again and I simply got to go.
And if I'm away on the road for weeks on end
and in some way off and far flung foreign land
sailing on an ocean, baby, or deep down in the jungle
or in a caravan crossing the burning desert sand...
I'd follow a spirit
that's been roaming free
way back way back since time began
I was a wandering minstrel
in a previous life
Now I'm a 21st century gypsy singing love man.
(backup vocals: 21st century gypsy singing lover man)
Yeah I'm your 21st century gypsy singing lover man.
Don't it feel good to you baby?
I'm like a fish out of water;
feels like I'm drowning on dry land
if I ain't got a reservation ticket baby in the palm, in the palm of my hand.
I'm your
