Fortunes Lyrics - Blue Cheer

(Dickie Peterson) 

I had to try the Gypsy 

I wanna have my fortune told 

She said, "what kind of love for 

I would surely sell my soul. 

Your girl, she is gone 

Your best friend just left town 

And your standin' in the middle 

Turn around." 

Well I ain't superstitious 

My boots' in my bag 

My heat she has left me 

And ain't never coming back. 

That's alright with me 

I don't wanna see you no more 

I got no good news woman 

That's for sure. 

Gypsy, Gypsy tell me 

Now what I have in store 

Well, will I be a rich man 

Or will I make it be poor? 

She said, "Son you're a mighty young man 

But there's a lot you don't understand 

The fate of every man 

Is in his own hands."