Lyrics:
(lorence hud)Published by irving music, inc. - bmiLightning smokes on the hillriseBrought the man with the warning lightShouting loud 'you had better fly'While the darkness can help you hideTrouble's comin' without controlNo one's stayin' that's got a hopeHurricane at the very leastIn the words of the gypsy queenSign of the gypsy queenPack your things and leaveWord of a woman who knowsTake all your gold and you goGet my saddle and tie it onWestern wind who is fast and strongJump on back, he's good and longWe'll resist till we reach the dawnRunning seems like the best offenseStaying just don't make any senseNo one could ever stop it nowShow the cards of the gypsy townSign of the gypsy queenPack your things and leaveWord of a woman who knowsTake all your gold and you goShadows movin' without a soundFrom the hold of the sleepless townEvil seems to be everywhereHeed the spirit that brought despairTrouble's comin' without controlNo one's stayin' that's got a hopeHurricane at the very leastIn the words of the gypsy queenSign of the gypsy queenPack your things and leaveWord of a woman who knowsTake all your gold and you goSign of the gypsy queenPack your things and leaveWord of a woman who knowsTake all your gold and you goSign of the gypsy queenPack your things and leaveWord of a woman who knowsTake all your gold and you go