Fortunes — текст песни (blue cheer)

(Dickie Peterson)
I had to try the Gypsy
I wanna have my fortune told
She said, "what kind of love for
I would surely sell my soul.


Your girl, she is gone
Your best friend just left town
And your standin` in the middle
Turn around."


Well I ain`t superstitious
My boots` in my bag
My heat she has left me
And ain`t never coming back.


That`s alright with me
I don`t wanna see you no more
I got no good news woman
That`s for sure.


Gypsy, Gypsy tell me
Now what I have in store
Well, will I be a rich man
Or will I make it be poor?


She said, "Son you`re a mighty young man
But there`s a lot you don`t understand
The fate of every man
Is in his own hands."