Текст песни blue cheer - Fortunes
blue cheer - Fortunes слова песни
(Dickie Peterson)I had to try the GypsyI wanna have my fortune toldShe said, "what kind of love forI would surely sell my soul.Your girl, she is goneYour best friend just left townAnd your standin` in the middleTurn around."Well I ain`t superstitiousMy boots` in my bagMy heat she has left meAnd ain`t never coming back.That`s alright with meI don`t wanna see you no moreI got no good news womanThat`s for sure.Gypsy, Gypsy tell meNow what I have in storeWell, will I be a rich manOr will I make it be poor?She said, "Son you`re a mighty young manBut there`s a lot you don`t understandThe fate of every manIs in his own hands."