In my dreams, I'm dancing with a gypsy woman
Who up and left me on a cold grey morning
And its life, kind of like the feeling
When you're outside with a hangover, and no sunglasses

Awe she sure looks pretty
In that painted dress and them golden earrings
But I'll keep my distance
For fear of losing a fragment, of my soul
Let's get it on home
Get on home

Leaving town to put my feet down in the sand
And pickin' a banjo in this old-timey string band
See her there dressed up in silk and sashes
Stained down with wine and my cigarette ashes

Awe she sure looks pretty
In that painted dress and them golden earrings
But keep her at a distance
For fear of losing a fragment, of my soul
Let's get it on home
Get on home

Watch her dancing like bright lights on the water
Thrown down from an old Coleman lantern
And in the smoke, she got eyes to look right through me
And I'm much obliged to say misfortune never knew me
Awe she sure looks pretty
In that painted dress and them golden earrings
But I'll keep my distance
For fear of losing a fragment, of my soul
Let's get it on home
Get on home

In my dreams, I'm haunted by a gypsy woman
Who up and left me on a cold grey morning
And its like the winters get so god damn lonely
My heart echoes like a canyon baby

But she's gotta get back to Denver
Because she ain't a fan of this damn Montana weather
And I'll still see her
And I know she's taken a fragment, of my soul
Lets get it on home
Get on home