Tasty Tunes [Songs] - Originals

Lyrics:

In my dreams, I'm dancing with a gypsy woman,
Who up and left me on a cold grey morning.
And its life, kind of like the feeling
When you're outside with a hangover, and no sunglasses.

Aww she sure looks pretty,
In that painted dress and them golden earrings.
But I'll keep my distance...
For fear of losing a fragment, of my soul,
Let's get it on home. Get on home.

Leaving town to put my feet down in the sand,
And pickin' a banjo in this old timey string band.
See her there dressed up in silk and sashes,
Stained down with wine and my cigarette ashes.

Aww she sure looks pretty,
In that painted dress and them golden earrings.
But keep her at a distance...
For fear of losing a fragment, of my soul,
Let's get it on home. Get on home.

Watch her dancing like bright lights on the water.
Thrown down from an old Coleman lantern.
And in the smoke, she got eyes to look right through me,
And I'm much obliged to say misfortune never knew me.

Aww she sure looks pretty,
In that painted dress and them golden earrings.
But I'll keep my distance...
For fear of losing a fragment, of my soul,
Let's get it on home. Get on home.

In my dreams, I'm haunted by a gypsy woman,
Who up a left me on a cold grey morning.
And its like the winters here so god damn lonley.
My heart echoes like a canyon baby.

But she's gotta get back to Denver,
Because she ain't a fan of this damn Montana weather.
And I'll still see her...
And I know she's taken a fragment, of my soul,
Lets get it on home. Get on home.

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