When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow. from New Orleans down to Mexico. It reminds me of a girl I knew. And some of those crazy things we used to do. Backwoods bars where they play all night. We'd drink and dance 'till the mornin' light. When the sun came up. We'd be kissin' real slow. Makes me wonder yeah where did those sweet times go?. Oh the moon shone down like a golden gem. On her long hair wet from a midnight swin. She would always be wild she would always be free. She'll always be mine in my memory.. Late at night when the warm winds blow. I sit and listen to the river flow. And it reminds me of a girl I knew. And some of those crazy things that we used to do. (solo). Oh time we laughed times we cried. And so many times we said goodbye. She was more than a lover more than a friend. Oh I wonder if I'll ever see her again.. When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow. from New Orleans down to Mexico. It reminds me of a girl I knew. And some of those crazy things we use to do. Oh some of those crazy things we use to do. When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow. from New Orleans down to Mexico. It reminds me…