Gypsies & Indians - Nancy Sinatra, Lee Hazlewood

Gypsies and Indians

God cut us from the same tree

Gypsies and Indians

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

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

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