Ballad of the Gipsy

I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver, Put some silver in my hand And I’ll look into the future And tell you all I can. I crossed her palm with silver, Then she started in to lie. She said, Now, listen, Mister, She’ll be here by and by. Aw, what a lie! I been waitin’ and a-waitin’ And she ain’t come home yet. Something musta happened To make my gal forget. Uh! I hates a lyin’ Gypsy Will take good money from you, Tell you pretty stories And take your money from you– But if I was a Gypsy I would take your money, too.