Boiled In Lead - The Gypsy Lyrics
He came into town on a hot summer nightWhen the flies were giving us fits.He drove an old Ford that had about lost the fightHis eyes were as black as the pits.He wore an old rag wrapped around his headA yellow shirt of cloth woven fine.Had scars on his face where once he had bledAnd pants with a belt made of twine.He found the table where Timmy D. satAnd walked up and settled in like he wanted to stay. [error on CDlyrics]He put his money out on the boardAnd said, "Hey, boy, teach me to play."Most of his money was gone before tenThat's when he smiled and took out his knife."All right, " he said, "We'll try it again,But this time we'll play for your life."I saw the panic in Timmy D's eyesHis tongue flicked out like the tongue of a beast.I liked seeing Timmy cut down to sizeBut somebody phoned the police.He said, "My business is dead on the floorThough my business ain't often in bars.I kill beasts when I can't take them anymoreBetween times I look for the stars."I've lived in the swamp and the streetI know every beast that fills them.There is no other soul I'd less like to meetThan the scarred old gypsy who kills them
