Richard Thompson OBE (born 3 April 1949, Notting Hill, London) is a British singer/songwriter and guitarist. Highly regarded for his guitar techniques, Thompson was awarded the Orville H. Gibson award for best acoustic guitar player in 1991. Similarly, his songwriting has earned him an Ivor Novello Award and, in 2006, a lifetime achievement award from BBC Radio. Thompson made his debut as a recording artist as a member of Fairport Convention in September 1967.
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Gypsy Love Songs, Richard Thompson (Drop D tuning)
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Dm Tropical night, Malaria moon Dying stars of the silver screen She danced that famous Gypsy dance With a hole in her tambourine
Dm I was young enough and dumb enough I swallowed down my Mickey Finn She'd hijacked a few hearts all right I went into a tailspin
BbDm7/AGm7 Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me Bb/FDm No more gypsy love songs BbDm7/AGm7 Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me Bb/FDm No more gypsy love songs Gm/DDm Don't stir it up again
Dm I put my arm around her waist Says she, young man, you're getting warm The room was going somewhere without me And she laughed as she read my palm
Chorus
AmEFCDmG Stillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed AmEFC And the silver tongues of the tinker girls, DmEm Who throw their book of life at you FG But don't know how to read
Dm She was third generation Transylvanian I was the seventh son of a seventh son I begged the band don't play that tune Please don't beguine the begun
Dm When I awoke, she'd cut and run She stole my blueprints and my change Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed And all it said was--strange