Modern Day Gypsy – Austin Webb

She was shaking her hips, taking tips, loading her lips and
Shooting the breeze
A peace sign flirt with a wraparound skirt
Decorated in bangles and beads
A millennial half a centennial away
From the summer of love and the good old days
A sunset soul, silver and gold
Wildflower in the wind

She was San Francisco disco, West Coast Hollywood
Singing Hey Jude, Brown Eyed Girl with a trunk under the hood
A little V dub love bug, one headlight, blonde hair blowing down highway five
Daddy was at Woodstock, mamma was a Dead Head hippy
She’s a modern-day gypsy

I thought I met her before by a backstage door
Selling t-shirts for a band
A little voodoo child that knew every line
On electric lady land
I remember the feather tattoo on her wrist
And the scent of incense when she kissed me
Her sunset soul was starting to glow
I knew it had to be my girl

She was San Francisco disco, West Coast Hollywood
Singing Hey Jude, Brown Eyed Girl with a trunk under the hood
A little V dub love bug, one headlight, blonde hair blowing down highway five
Daddy was at Woodstock, mamma was a Dead Head hippy
She’s a modern-day gypsy
A modern-day gypsy

She was San Francisco disco, West Coast Hollywood
Singing Hey Jude, Brown Eyed Girl with a trunk under the hood

She was San Francisco disco, West Coast Hollywood
Singing Good Vibrations, My Generation, Johnny B Goode
A little V dub love bug, one headlight, blonde hair blowing down highway five
Daddy was at Woodstock, mamma was a Dead Head hippy
She’s a modern-day gypsy
A modern-day gypsy