You should know by now   All there is to know   About how this is going to go   When the whiskey drops   Down my burning throat   The words come out   Let’s go      And so we will   Hold our thumbs   Up to the wind   And see which way she blows   Off we go      I thought I was my own   My mother, bless her soul   Her gypsy blood takes hold   And everything is grey   Until I’m out again   And nothing is certain         And so we will   Hold our thumbs   Up to the wind   And see which way she blows   Here we go      And if the wind blows west   We’ll go west   And if the wind blows south   We’ll go south      One thing you should know   Is that I’d stay for you   If you asked me to   But you have gypsy blood   Running through you too   Or at least you’re glad I do      And so we will   Hold our thumbs   Up to the wind   And see which way she blows   Oh love