Blavk Gipsy guitar

I was still young boy,
When, as always, they came for the holiday
Chasing gypsies into the house to play
Dad stepped into the room for that black guitar
Which he bought for his first paycheck

Sir, do you still have that guitar?
Sir, do you still have that black guitar, sir?
That one was really good

He was asked long after that
Whenever they wanted to ask for change
Whenever they played they were in the village inn
And walked in breaks to the bar
And their wives when they came to the door
They liked to ask about old clothes

Sir, do you still have that guitar?
Sir, do you still have that black guitar, sir?
That one was really good

Sometimes when I get home I sit under the chestnuts
And I drink, I drink with friends who still live there
Back then, they almost always play at the table for us
And they ask
Children’s faces with hoarse voices

Sir, do you still have that guitar?
Sir, do you still have that black guitar, sir?
That one was really good

Sir, that guitar is still mate
Sir, you still have that black guitar, sir?
That one was good
That one was really good
That one was really good

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