Home Alone
Home alone
A gypsy woman wandered in to my life,
and she quickly stole my heart.
She wanted me to be a part of her clan,
but I discovered I had other plans.
Being part of her traveling band was
her concept of her perfect man.
Her brothers agreed I was the best
of all the men she ever knew.
Then, of course, her father agreed
with all five of the brothers, too.
I was not supposed to spoil her idea
of having a child, at least two.
I was partial to the style of my old life,
living on the ranch with the horses,
and being a cowboy, looking for strays,
until that gypsy woman came my way.
I was impressed with her on the first day.
She had that special smile, and that look was
all it took to make me feel different inside.
There were feelings I could not hide.
But now I might be considering a ride,
away from that foreign gypsy camp.
I know that lady is by no means a tramp,
but I need to turn out the lamp on our love.
We are different people, with different lives,
and the West is where the strongest survive.
I said I must go, and despite threatening knives,
I made her no promises I had to keep.
She will be part of my good memories:
I’ll think of her loving arms and fine hair,
but I would rather be somewhere
I can always call home, alone.