Lyrics Gypsy Glass Blues - Ida Cox

Gypsy Glass Blues

Hurry down, sunshine, see what tomorrow brings,
Hurry down, sunshine, see what tomorrow brings;
It may bring sunshine, Lord, and it may bring rain
My brain seems cloudy, cloudy all the time,
My brain seems cloudy, cloudy all the time;
And it troubles me so, I really think I’ll lose my mind
I went to a Gypsy, looked in the crystal glass,
I went to a Gypsy, looked in the crystal glass;
Saw my man with another woman, and making me his (pass?)
The Gypsy smiled, looked me in the face,
The Gypsy smiled, and looked me in the face;
Said, Another brownskin woman have run and won this race