Blue Cheer Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Fortunes Lyrics

(Dickie Peterson)

 I had to try the Gypsy

 I wanna have my fortune told

 She said, "what kind of love for

 I would surely sell my soul.

 

 

 Your girl, she is gone

 Your best friend just left town

 And your standin' in the middle

 Turn around."

 

 

 Well I ain't superstitious

 My boots' in my bag

 My heat she has left me

 And ain't never coming back.

 

 

 That's alright with me

 I don't wanna see you no more

 I got no good news woman

 That's for sure.

 

 

 Gypsy, Gypsy tell me

 Now what I have in store

 Well, will I be a rich man

 Or will I make it be poor?

 

 

 She said, "Son you're a mighty young man

 But there's a lot you don't understand

 The fate of every man

 Is in his own hands."