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We might have slept in a rail yard or camped by the river bank |
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We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land |
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And quenched our thirst with rain |
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We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet |
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Life just had no pattern for gypsy joe and me |
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All we had was each other and the rags upon our back |
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The closest thing to a home we new was some abandoned shack |
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But we had all we needed and the rest we didn't need |
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Life was free and simple for gypsy joe and me |
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Now gypsy was my little dog, i found by the road in a ditch |
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And so i named him gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit |
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Oh and joe he was my man, the flower of my soul |
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Thou he never said he loved me, i just always seemed to know |
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While standing by the highway, thumbin' for a ride |
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The speeding wheels of a passing car, took gypsy's life |
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I lost him where i found him and his loss was misery |
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Now there's no more gypsy, there's just joe and me |
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Well the winter came and the snow did fall |
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And the night was cold and still |
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And the rags we wore were not enough |
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And joe he caught the chill |
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And he told me how he loved me |
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And in my arms he went to sleep |
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Now there's no more gypsy, no more joe, there's just me |
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While standin' here on the edge of this bridge |
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Lookin' down i see |
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The face of joe and gypsy, lookin' back at me |
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And somewhere in the distance i can hear them callin' me |
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Tonight we'll be together again |
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Gypsy, joe and me |
