Interpret:

Bob Dylan

Album:

New Morning

Went to see the gypsy
Staying 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 the 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.