Got a letter this morning
And they couldn't use for me at all
Just got a letter this morning
And they couldn't use for me at all
A tough fellow never cries for a lover
That's what I've been saying
But the deidra
The drops begin to fall
Went out looking for my baby
But a gypsy woman was all I found
Went out looking for my baby
But a gypsy woman was all I found
It was a camp cold room
A meeting, that's what she gave me
They said there was no use for me
To look for my baby all around
Fortune teller, fortune teller
You got a whole lot of money

A lot of tricks to make a fool out of me
Fortune teller, fortune teller
There is no telling
What am I gonna do
It was a fifty dollar bill
That's what I gave her
You know what?
A black cat phone is my guarantee
Construction powder, the generated output

A john Inis
I don't know what all this is
But you can join her
Alright!
Do you want some of this?

You won't make a tip!
You don't want to eat all this?

Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.