[Guitar]

I'm walking on the southern stream,

cut to the river 'fore I run too low.
I'm walking on the southern stream,
cut to the river 'fore I run too low.


Old gypsy woman spoke to me,
lips stained red from a bottle of wine.

Old gypsy woman spoke to me,
lips stained red from a bottle of wine.
"The one that you are looking for,

you're not gonna find her here."
"The one that you are looking for,
you're not gonna find her here, here."


[Guitar]


I'm runnin' on the northeast stream,
get to the ocean 'fore I run too low.
I'm runnin' on the northeast stream,

get to the ocean 'fore I run too low,
Get to the ocean 'fore I run too low.


"The one that you are looking for,
you're not gonna find her here."
"The one that you are looking for,

you're not gonna find her here, here."

[Guitar]


Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said,
"You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."

Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said,
"You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."
"You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."

"You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."
"You're a wolf."


"You're a wolf."

"You're a wolf."


"You're a wolf..."