| Well I got me a southern lady.
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| She’s my gypsy belle from Tennessee.
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| She’s got long dark hair and skinny legs.
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| Lord she sets my spirit free.
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| Well she knows I like that good ol' whiskey,
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| And she knows what I’m lookin' for.
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| She’s the finest lookin' little lady.
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| Well a man could never wish for more.
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| Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
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| She’s my lady from Tennessee.
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| And I know I’m always thinking of her.
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| Gypsy Belle you’re the one for me.
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| Yes I know I ain’t got much money,
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| But she makes me feel rich at heart.
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| Living with this kind o' lady
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| Make any man reach the top.
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| Yes I know it ain’t comin' easy
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| Lord I ask «Who's to tell»?
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| If I ever make a lot o' money,
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| Well I’d give it to my Gypsy Belle.
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| Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
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| She’s my lady from Tennessee.
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| And I know I’m always thinking of her.
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| Gypsy Belle you’re the one for me.
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| Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
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| She’s my lady from Tennessee.
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| And I know I’m always thinking of her.
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| Gypsy Belle you’re the one for me. |