Gypsy King - The Whereabouts

Living life like a gypsy king

I’ve got five dollars and a diamond ring

Gave the ring to a woman who stole my heart

Lost my money playing poker

Now I’m back at the start

I’ll pack up all my things and go

Headed north to the land of the snow

'Cause I’m a gypsy king

That’s no lie

I don’t have much money

But I sure got style

Now I ran across a man who came from the grind

He asked me for a cigarette if I wouldn’t mind

As his smoke spun in circles

A dance in the sky

He told me a story that could make you cry

Of a love so sweet and true

He lost her in a whirlwind

While he was marching with the troops

I’m a gypsy king, he said

And I like your style

Sing me a song, please

And make me smile

So I sing for the wise man

And I sing for the trees

I sing for the young ones

And the birds and the bees

Yeah, I sing for the mountains

And I sing for the seas

'Cause that’s the calling of a gypsy king

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

So I sing for the wise man

And I sing for the trees

I sing for the young ones

And the birds and the bees

Yeah, I sing for the mountains

And I sing for the seas

'Cause that’s the calling of a gypsy king