| 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 |