When you look into my eyes; And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul; It always comes as a surprise; When I feel my withered roots begin to grow; Well I never had a place that I could call my very own; That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home.
When you look into my eyes; And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul; It always comes as a surprise; When I feel my withered roots begin to grow; Well I never had a place that I could call my very own; That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home.
I think historically America has been pretty tolerant. It seems when there's a mass influx from one place, that's when it becomes problematic for Americans.
I'm kind of in a dark place. And I know some people are actually excited about that, because they think I'll write an album about being sad. But that's not what my music is about. There have been times when I've done that, but I'm not going to do it again.
I've played all kinds of places, laid all kinds of girls.
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