I went to de gypsy,
De gypsy took hold o’ my hand.
Went to de gypsy,
Gypsy took hold o’ my hand.
She looked at me and tole me
Chile, you gonna lose yo’ man.
These fortune tellers
Never tell me nothin’ kind.
I say fortune tellers
Never tell me nothin’ kind.
I’d give a hundred dollars
To de one that would ease my mind.
Cause I’ll holler an’ scream an’
Fall down on de flo’.
Say I’ll holler an’ scream an’
Fall down on de flo’.
If my man leaves me
I won’t live no mo’.