I know it's hard to love a gypsy

please don't worry baby

'cos I'll soon be coming home to you

and if I steal away

like a thief in the night

it's only 'cos I hate to say that long

goodbye to you

I know there ain't nowhere

nowhere can compare

with the comfort of your big brass bed

but I've got a long road to travel

and only a hard and stony ground

for me to rest my weary head

I'm like a fish out of water

feel like I'm drowning on dry land

if I ain't got a reservation ticket

right here in the palm of my hand

I'm a 21st century gypsy

21st century gypsy singin' lover man

and when I kiss you goodnight

in the dark hours of the morning

and pack a guitar bag

and head on out the door

I know that you know that I really hate to leave you

but it's that time again and I symply got to go

and if I'm away on the road for weeks on end

in some way off and far flung foreign land

sailing an ocean or deep down in the jungle

or in a caravan crossing the burning desert sand

I follow a spirit that's been roming free

way way back since time began

I was a wandering minstrel in a previous life

now I'm your 21st century

21st century gypsy singin' lover man

I'm like a fish out of water

I'm drowning on dry land

if I ain't got a reservation ticket

right here in the palm of my hand

I'm your 21st century gypsy singin'

lover man