Picked myself up off the floor
Said, "I don't need them boots no more"
Three days later when I awoke
Washed away my seven sins
The dust pneumonia left me dry
Follow them by familiar root
Long dark hair and copper skin
Said, "Senor what's this bad news"
My dust filled lungs could hardly cope
Realised I was not alone
I don't need them boots no more
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Told her of my gypsy blues
You don't need no gypsy boots
Gotta have them gypsy boots
There's nothing in the world as sad as time
I don't need them boots no more
Maria laughed and said, "You're cute"
Then through the door in came the maid
Said to me as I stood in line
Well if nothing comes to nothing then what's the point?
Rambled round from town to town
Looked out the window at the local scenes
Said, Maria was her name
On the ledge were some grilled sardines
Well, talkin' gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose
Let me in Portugal, all alone
But it was just a car park man
I don't need them boots no more
I was too late but I never got to choose
I was in the old car park man's home
All my family, they went home
I was too late but I never got to choose
Thought I saw that caravan
Saw the bullfighter's last stand
I've been drinkin' dust, I've been kickin' cans
Talkin' gypsy market blues
Flat caps, they just pass me by
Talking gypsy market blues
I sat right down and I built my joint
