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Gypsy Love Songs
Gypsy Love Songs, Richard Thompson (Drop D tuning) transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu A Main riff -|------------------| -|------------------| -|-2--2--0----------| -|-0--0--0--3--0----| -|----------3--0----| D|-------------0----| Dm Tropical night, Malaria moon Dying stars of the silver screen She danced that famous Gypsy dance With a hole in her tambourine Dm I was young enough and dumb enough I swallowed down my Mickey Finn She'd hijacked a few hearts all right I went into a tailspin Bb Dm7/A Gm7 Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me Bb/F Dm No more gypsy love songs Bb Dm7/A Gm7 Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me Bb/F Dm No more gypsy love songs Gm/D Dm Don't stir it up again Dm I put my arm around her waist Says she, young man, you're getting warm The room was going somewhere without me And she laughed as she read my palm Chorus Am E F C Dm G Stillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed Am E F C And the silver tongues of the tinker girls, Dm Em Who throw their book of life at you F G But don't know how to read Dm She was third generation Transylvanian I was the seventh son of a seventh son I begged the band don't play that tune Please don't beguine the begun Dm When I awoke, she'd cut and run She stole my blueprints and my change Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed And all it said was--strange | |||||||||||
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