You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Takin' all the best of me Oh can't you see Can't you see Can't you see Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty The broken rose with laughin' eyes

Gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky tonk blues I met a gypsy barroom queen in Memphis An' on the street the summer sun did shine The sweetest rose that ever grow in Memphis I just can't seem to drink her off-a my mind She's a honky tonk woman (yeah) Give me,

Everybody knows I'm him But you know I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout

A Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie The Django and Jimmie Has Mississippi A young singing brakeman A jazz playing gypsy Might not have been I'm a kid with a guitar Trying to play ?, when they ask

She gon' make you move to Miami She gon' make you She gon' make you move She'll leave you shook The way she dance Uh yeah, yeah! (Yeah) She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy) Her body got me tipsy

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you Going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice I want to love you so bad, I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women under my command I

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you! Embrace me, you irreplaceable you! Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me, You and you alone Bring out the gypsy in me! I love all, the many charms about you! Above all, I want my arms about you! Don't be a

Around the Cutty Sark Two in the morning, dry-dock town The river rolls in the night Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down She quivers in the wind and the light Yeah, and a sailing ship is just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail She's just

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

As we sailed into the mystic. And when that foghorn blows, I will be coming home. I wanna hear it, I don't wanna fear it, And I wanna rock your gypsy soul. And together we will flow,