the gypsy chorus

oh, this gypsy heart
which packs up its caravan
and travels from town to town
never settling down
never resting
its foot on the floor
a guitar in its lap
it picks up from the pick up
and-a one two three four
counts the hours away
the flesh of its country
disintegrating
in a catcall
of tambourines.

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