in my dreams i m dancing with a gypsy woman who up and left me on a cold grey morning and its life kind of like the feeling when you re outside with a hangover and no sunglasses awe she sure looks pretty in that painted dress and them golden earrings but i ll keep my distance for fear of losing a fragment of my soul let s get it on home get on home leaving town to put my feet down in the sand and pickin a banjo in this old timey string band see her there dressed up in silk and sashes stained down with wine and my cigarette ashes awe she sure looks pretty in that painted dress and them golden earrings but keep her at a distance for fear of losing a fragment of my soul let s get it on home get on home watch her dancing like bright lights on the water thrown down from an old coleman lantern and in the smoke she got eyes to look right through me and i m much obliged to say misfortune never knew me awe she sure looks pretty in that painted dress and them golden earrings but i ll keep my distance for fear of losing a fragment of my soul let s get it on home get on home in my dreams i m haunted by a gypsy woman who up and left me on a cold grey morning and its like the winters get so god damn lonely my heart echoes like a canyon baby but she s gotta get back to denver because she ain t a fan of this damn montana weather and i ll still see her and i know she s taken a fragment of my soul lets get it on home get on home