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.