Gypsy Wind
Johnny Rivers Lyrics


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When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow
From New Orleans down to Mexico
It reminds me of a girl I knew
And some of those crazy things we used to do

Backwoods bars where they play all night
We'd drink and dance 'til the mornin' light
When the sun came up, we'd be kissin' real slow
Makes me wonder, yeah, where did those sweet times go?

Oh, the moon shone down like a golden gem
On her long hair, wet from a midnight swin
She would always be wild, she would always be free
She'll always be mine in my memory

Late at night, when the warm winds blow
I sit and listen to the river flow
And it reminds me of a girl I knew
And some of those crazy things we used to do

Oh, times we laughed, times we cried
And so many times we said goodbye
She was more than a lover, more than a friend
Oh, I wonder if I'll ever see her again

When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow
From New Orleans down to Mexico
It reminds me of a girl I knew
And some of those crazy things we used to do

Oh, some of those crazy things we used to do

When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow




From New Orleans down to Mexico
It reminds me

Overall Meaning

of a time in the past where the singer connected with a free-spirited girl. The Gypsy Wind brings back memories of their adventurous times spent in backwoods bars, dancing until sunrise, and kissing under the moonlight. However, the singer is nostalgic for a time that has passed and is left wondering where those sweet times have gone. The memories of this girl are so vivid and strong that they are a part of the singer's identity and will always live on in his memory, even if he never sees her again.


Line by Line Meaning

When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow
The arrival of the Gypsy Wind from New Orleans to Mexico reminds the singer of the past and the girl he knew.


From New Orleans down to Mexico
The Gypsy Wind travels from New Orleans to Mexico, blowing memories along its path.


It reminds me of a girl I knew
The singer reminisces about a girl he knew and the moments they shared when the Gypsy Wind arrives.


And some of those crazy things we used to do
The singer recalls some of the crazy things he used to do with the girl he knew while the Gypsy Wind blows.


Backwoods bars where they play all night
The singer and the girl he knew used to visit bars that played music late into the night in rural areas.


We'd drink and dance 'til the mornin' light
The singer and the girl he knew would drink and dance all night until the morning light arrived.


When the sun came up, we'd be kissin' real slow
The singer and the girl he knew would kiss slowly as the sun rose after a night of drinking and dancing.


Makes me wonder, yeah, where did those sweet times go?
The memories of the sweet times he spent with the girl he knew made the singer wonder where those moments have gone.


Oh, the moon shone down like a golden gem
The moon shining down on the girl in the singer's memories was as radiant as a golden gem.


On her long hair, wet from a midnight swim
The girl in the singer's memories had long hair, which was wet from a midnight swim under the moonlight.


She would always be wild, she would always be free
The girl in the singer's memories was always wild and free-spirited, never conforming to societal norms.


She'll always be mine in my memory
The singer will always have the memories of the girl he knew to hold on to, even though she may not be physically present in his life.


Late at night, when the warm winds blow
When the warm winds blow at night, the singer likes to sit and reminisce on his past with the girl he knew.


I sit and listen to the river flow
When the singer thinks about the girl he knew, he likes to listen to the sound of the river flowing.


Oh, times we laughed, times we cried
The singer and the girl he knew shared moments of laughter and tears.


And so many times we said goodbye
The singer and the girl he knew said goodbye to each other countless times, each time unsure if they would see each other again.


She was more than a lover, more than a friend
The girl in the singer's memories was not just a lover or a friend but someone who held a special place in his heart.


Oh, I wonder if I'll ever see her again
The singer wonders if he will ever cross paths with the girl he knew again.


Oh, some of those crazy things we used to do
The singer recalls the crazy things he used to do with the girl he knew as the Gypsy Wind continues to blow.




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