A
Main riff
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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
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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
Chorus
