The Good Luck Thrift Store Outfit — Gypsy Queen

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From the album "Old Excuses" (2012)
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/l3X5A6YMMSk
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/track/73LH2rdZVtnCv2aYGIHKJC?si=5c2b5c1ffd7a41e7

If you find some mistakes in the lyrics, please make a comment and I'll fix it.


[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Well, she never stops dancing
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And she scoodies and it screams and it flows like a bay full of sea
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And her feet never stand still
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Oh, they tremble and they flail and her fingers seem to slide like a railway
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And her hair never tangles
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And she flips it and it swings like a cape with black silk of Ching dynasty


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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Well, her brother was a horseman
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He rode whole dusty days, runnin' miles, grabbin' manes from Arabia
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And her father was a songman
        Bm                        F#m          G                 A     A7
Yes, he weared high insane strong rhythms they robbed those from Africa
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And her mama was a seer
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She took my hand slow and stubborn, traced lines, just smiled and said nothing


[Chorus]
D          Bm
 Well, she never stops dancing
     A
That footwork is maddening
G         A           D
She never dances with me
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She'll put on her show till my eyes dim and grow cold
          A                  A            F#m        G        D
And I can no longer see that tattered old picture of my gypsy queen
     A            F#m        G        D
That tattered old picture of my gypsy queen


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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Well, I watched her by moonlight
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And the shadow that she trampled was still the fairest in all the encampment
                     D
And I watched her by firelight
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With guitars and fiddles of blazing crazy fingers thick as flange
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And I watched her by candlelight
         Bm                                F#m             G              D
And just listened to her breathe while she dreamed forever caravans on my coat sleeve


[Instrumental]
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[Chorus]
          Bm
Yeah, she never stops dancing
     A
That footwork's so maddening
G         A           D
She never dances with me
       Bm         F#m               G            D
She'll put on her show till my eyes dim and grow cold
          A                  A            F#m        G        D
And I can no longer see that tattered old picture of my gypsy queen
     A            F#m        G        D
That tattered old picture of my gypsy queen
     A            F#m        G        D
That tattered old picture of my gypsy queen
     A            F#m        G        D
That tattered old picture of my gypsy queen