Talkin’ gypsy market blues   I was too late but I never got to choose   Talkin’ gypsy market blues   I was too late but I never got to choose   Got to have them gypsy boots   Followed them by familiar root   Rambled round from town to town   Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse   Saw the bullfighters last stand   I've been drinking dust    I've been kicking cans   All my family, they went home   Let me in Portugal, all alone   Thought I saw that caravan   But it was just a car park man   Said to me as I stood in line,   There's nothing in the world as sad as time   Well if nothing comes to nothing   Then what's the point?   I sat right down and I built my joint   Flat caps they just pass me by   The dust pneumonia left me dry   Talkin’ gypsy market blues   I was too late but I never got to choose   Talkin’ gypsy market blues   I was too late but I never got to choose   3 days later when I awoke   My dust filled lungs could hardly cope   Realised I was not alone   I was in the old car park man's home   Looked out the window at the local scenes   One the ledge were some grilled sardines   Then through the door in came the maid   Said Maria was her name   Long dark hair and copper skin   Washed away my seven sins.   Said senor what's this bad news   Told her of my gypsy blues   Maria laughed and said your cute   You don't need no gypsy boots   Picked myself up off the floor   I don't need them boots no more   I don't need them boots no more   I don't need them boots no more   Said I don't need them boots no more (don't need them boots baby)