Nancy Sinatra — Gypsies & Indians

Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians God cut us from the same tree Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians No place to go, no place to be No place to go, no place to be I saw her standing by the river Gypsy guitar in her hand She sang a song that would haunt me Again, again and again Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians God cut us from the same tree Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians No place to go, no place to be No place to go, no place to be I felt the fire in his red skin As we lay down in the sand And we made love by the blood moon Again, again and again Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians God cut us from the same tree Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians No place to go, no place to be No place to go, no place to be When I awoke he had left me His arrows lay in the sand I'll pray he'll come back and take me Again, again and again Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians God cut us from the same tree Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians No place to go, no place to be No place to go, no place to be Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians God cut us from the same tree Gypsies and Indians, gypsies and Indians No place to go, no place to be No place to go, no place to be