Текст: Dean Brody. Trail In Life. Gypsy Girl.

She grew up in san diego
Her body was painted by the summer sun
She rented surfboards to make her dollars
So she could drift to towns along the ocean

Well i met her one night when the black crowes played beach
She wanted to dance so she came to me
The yellow moon the drums and the white rain in her hair
I fell in love with her so deep

Gypsy girl why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl why are you scared of love?

You say love it hurt you
Yes it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in

She lives out of her red volkswagen
Curtains on the windows where she sleeps at night
She says boy you and me we could be ramblers
If you could learn to hold me but not too tight

Let me drive away from time to time

Gypsy girl why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl why are you scared of love?

You say love it hurt you
Yes it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in

Gypsy girl why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl why are you scared of love?

You say love it hurt you
Yes it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in