| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Went to see the gypsy,
Stayin' 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 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 |
