Went to see the gypsy

Staying in a big hotel

He smiled when he saw me coming

And he said, "Well, well, well"

His room was dark and crowded

Lights were low and dim

"How are you" he said to me

I said it back to him.



I went down to the lobby

To make a small call out

A pretty dancing girl was there

And she began to shout

"Go on back to see the gypsy

He can move you from the rear

Drive you from your fear

Bring you through the mirror

He did it in Las Vegas

And he can do it here".



Outside the lights were shining

On the river of tears

I watched them from the distance

With the music in my ears.



I went back to see the gypsy

It was nearly early dawn

The gypsy's door was open wide

But the gypsy was gone

And that pretty dancing girl

She could not be found

So I watched that sun come rising

From that little Minnesota town.