A gypsy woman told my mother before I was born. You got a boy child comin', he gonna be a son of a gun. He gonna make pretty women jump and shout. Then the world wanna know what this all about. .
Well, I'm goin' away to leave, won't be back no more. Goin' back down south, child don't you wanna go?. Woman, I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind. . Well baby, I just can't be satisfied. And
A gypsy woman told my mother before I was born. You got a boy child comin', he gonna be a son of a gun. He gonna make pretty women jump and shout. Then the world wanna know what this all about. .
