Gypsy Glass Blues - Ida Cox

Hurry down, sunshine, see what tomorrow brings,

Hurry down, sunshine, see what tomorrow brings;

It may bring sunshine, Lord, and it may bring rain

My brain seems cloudy, cloudy all the time,

My brain seems cloudy, cloudy all the time;

And it troubles me so, I really think I’ll lose my mind

I went to a Gypsy, looked in the crystal glass,

I went to a Gypsy, looked in the crystal glass;

Saw my man with another woman, and making me his (pass?)

The Gypsy smiled, looked me in the face,

The Gypsy smiled, and looked me in the face;

Said, Another brownskin woman have run and won this race