Story Behind The Song

A woman was hanging with Norman King and me as we were troubadouring. A man of power said, "there she goes. she's the queen of the gypsy kings." I thought, 'that sounds like a song'. This is what I came up with.

Lyrics

In a small town of Missouri she awakened
and a warm October moon gave her a kiss
her daddy was a baptist preacher
and he tried to raise his baby 'bible strict'

but oh, oh she's a whippoorwill
and oh, oh she's the sunshine on my skin
and oh, oh she's a mountain in the morning
she's the queen of the gypsy kings

I ran into her up in Colorado
where the magic of the land made me stand still
I listened for the voices of the unknown
in a place where those who never sometimes will

(chorus)

that raven flies to freedom when she's frightened
and she listens for direction from the wind
that sun beats hard on bottle battered bodies
so we opened up and took that gypsy in