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Şifreni unuttuysan eposta adresini yaz, hemen yenisini yollayalım.
Bu gece canım yalnız kalmak istiyor
Her şeyden uzak her sözden gözden uzak
Bu gece canım yalnız kalmak istiyor
Hiçbir şey konuşmadan insandan dosttan uzak
Böyle değildim ben sensizliği bilmeden
Bu garip huylar senden yadigar
Ne varsa gönlümde sen aldın götürdün yar
Bu hüzün bana senden yadigar
İçimde ağlayan bir çocuk bıraktın yar
Bu acı bana senden yadigar
Bu gece canım yalnız kalmak istiyor
Her kez uzak her sözden gözden uzak
Bu gece canım yalnız kalmak istiyor
Hiçbir şey konuşmadan insandan dosttan uzak
Böyle değildim ben sensizliği bilmeden
Bu garip huylar senden yadigar
Ne varsa gönlümde sen aldın götürdün yar
Bu hüzün bana senden yadigar
İçimde ağlayan bir çocuk bıraktın yar
Bu acı bana senden yadigar
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' 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 gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while,
Uh-huh I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
She was born in the wagon of a travellin' 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
