You should know by now
All there is to know
About how this is going to go
When the whiskey drops
Down my burning throat
The words come out
Let's go
And so we will
Hold our thumbs
Up to the wind
And see which way she blows
Off we go
I thought I was my own
My mother, bless her soul
Her gypsy blood takes hold
And everything is grey
Until I'm out again
And nothing is certain
And so we will
Hold our thumbs
Up to the wind
And see which way she blows
Here we go
And if the wind blows west
We'll go west
And if the wind blows south
We'll go south
One thing you should know
Is that I'd stay for you
If you asked me to
But you have gypsy blood
Running through you too
Or at least you're glad I do
And so we will
Hold our thumbs
Up to the wind
And see which way she blows
Oh love