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Şifreni unuttuysan eposta adresini yaz, hemen yenisini yollayalım.
Omzumda işlemediğim günahlar
Sözlerimde riya var
Kederimde bir aşk
Görüyor mu?
Belki de yanlıştı doğrularım
Aşkını, sevgini sorguladım
Yolların kapalıydı zorlamadım
Öldürdüm çiçeğimi, yaşatamadım
Duyamadım, gidişin sessizdi
Bilemem ki ben yarın
Sessizce döner misin?
Sanmam ki
Belki de yanlıştı doğrularım
Aşkını, sevgini sorguladım
Yolların kapalıydı zorlamadım
Öldürdüm çiçeğimi, yaşatamadım
Sanmam ki
Belki de yanlıştı doğrularım
Aşkını, sevgini sorguladım
Yolların kapalıydı zorlamadım
Öldürdüm çiçeğimi, yaşatamadım
I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And Papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I'm a girl in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while
Oh, no, I haven't seen him for a while
She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down.
