SPANISH HARLEM INCIDENT
WITH THE POZO SECO SINGERS
WRITER BOB DYLAN
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming,
Your flaming feet burn up the street
I am homeless, come and take me
Into reach of your rattling drums
Let me know, babe, about my fortune
Down along my restless palms
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing,
An' your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come an' make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Let me know, babe, I got to know, babe,
If it's you my lifelines trace
I been wond'rin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding,
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
You have slayed me, you have made me,
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know, babe, will I be touching you
So I can tell if I'm really real