Gypsy's dance around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky begins to fall
You can see his shadow by the light of the moon
They had heard the gypsys call
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She had hair as black as darkness, eyes of emerald green
And her voice was soft and tender, ooh she loved to sing.
She will sing no more, or dance again or shake her tambourine.
They had taken her away, she is dead and gone you can hear the gypsies sing.
Silver doubles in his holsters, stars strapped to his heels
There was fire in his eyes, they say that he was dressed to kill
He had hands as fast as lightning, a heart as cold as steel
He had come for the one that took her life
Lying in Boothill
Gypsy's dance around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky began to fall
You can see his shadow in the light of the moon
They had heard the gypsys call