Richard Thompson

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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 Don't sing me, ^Dm7/A don't sing me, ^Gm7 don't sing me
^Bb/F No more gypsy ^Dm love songs
^Bb Don't sing me, ^Dm7/A don't sing me, ^Gm7 don't sing me
^Bb/F No more gypsy ^Dm love songs
Don't ^Gm/D stir it up a ^Dm gain
^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
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^Am Stillborn ^E love, ^F passionate ^C dreams, ^Dm pitiful ^G greed
And the ^Am silver ^E tongues of the ^F tinker ^C girls,
Who ^Dm throw their book of ^Em life at you
But ^F don't know how to ^G 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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