Wolfmother

Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound
See those people try to put you down
She's got wisdom inside her hand
For no good reason, ever could be found
With all the people living in this town
Searching for wisdom inside the sand
She's got hands that go inside my mind
She's got hands that go inside my mind
This time I think I'm feeling fine
Somehow they seem, seem to get around
Giving the message from the underground