Emmylou Harris "Black Gypsy" |
(Emmylou Harris) Broken bottles, broken songs Broken people been in town too long Where's everyone gone? Ooh baby, this city Gonna break your heart Oh gypsy, please tell me Where everyone's gone. Never had a second name Never spoke of why we came Fellowship and gloriousness The loneliness of pain Sittin' in the rain. Why is the soul of me Where is my heart Where is the part of me That I would give to you If kindness were my style. Where is the soul of me Where is my heart In my own time Better leave it behind In a thousand bottles of wine. Oh, precious plans of standing strong Why is life taking so long I would tell you everything If I only had the words to explain Don't know nothin' but the rain. Why is the soul of me Where is my heart Where is the part of me That I would give to you If kindness were my style. Where is the tenderness Where is the warmth In my own soul that I let it grow old Oh, it's gettin' so cold. Broken bottles broken songs Broken faces been in town too long Where has everyone gone. Oh baby, this city gonna break your heart Oh gypsy, please tell me, where everyone's gone Oh gypsy, please tell me, where everyone's gone Where everyone's gone, where everyone's gone... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |