MY GYPSY SOUL - Written by Carroll Bryant
Always had a thing for the midnight
Ever since I was a kid
The darkness was always a place to hide
With girls that I always did
Trembling fingers, trembling lips
The moon would set in and wouldn't let me go
Sailing on another sinking ship
Love was the food that fed my gypsy soul
Love was the food that fed my gypsy soul
There were just too many questions
For the weight of such a young heart
I was older than what I needed to be
Feeling at home with making out in the dark
(All alone with my own company)
Fight the dangers, fight the rules
The world would keep spinning and putting on a show
Becoming just another romantic fool
Love was the way it went for my gypsy soul
Love was the way it went for my gypsy soul
In the back-seat of the car
Making good use of the night
Teenage runaways afraid of the light
In the back-seat of the car
Our sounds so loud they fade
Making teenage memories that we would forget
- One day -
Always had a thing for the midnight
Ever since I was a boy
The darkness was always a place to hide
With girls that I always enjoyed
Trembling fingers, trembling lips
The moon would set in and wouldn't let me go
Sailing on another sinking ship
Love was the food that fed my gypsy soul
Love was the food that fed my gypsy soul
Love was the way it went for my gypsy soul
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