Gypsy Belle

Well I got me a southern lady.
She’s my gypsy belle from Tennessee.
She’s got long dark hair and skinny legs.
Lord she sets my spirit free.
Well she knows I like that good ol' whiskey,
And she knows what I’m lookin' for.
She’s the finest lookin' little lady.
Well a man could never wish for more.
Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
She’s my lady from Tennessee.
And I know I’m always thinking of her.
Gypsy Belle you’re the one for me.
Yes I know I ain’t got much money,
But she makes me feel rich at heart.
Living with this kind o' lady
Make any man reach the top.
Yes I know it ain’t comin' easy
Lord I ask «Who's to tell»?
If I ever make a lot o' money,
Well I’d give it to my Gypsy Belle.
Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
She’s my lady from Tennessee.
And I know I’m always thinking of her.
Gypsy Belle you’re the one for me.
Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
She’s my lady from Tennessee.
And I know I’m always thinking of her.
Gypsy Belle you’re the one for me.