| I’ve been the wanderer since I left my home
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| The fool in jeans the highway to roam
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| Guitar on my back and a head full of dreams
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| A pocket full of songs and naïve schemes
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| The sun’s going down on another town
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| As I ramble my way around
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| The sun’s going down on another town
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| I’ll sing my song for you
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| So roll up, roll up, roll up now
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| Rock and roll gypsies are in your town
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| Charm your feet right off of the ground
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| So lay your silver down
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| You know the wanderer he’s a stranger in town
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| His neon come on when the sun goes do
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| And the streets get graveyard in the dead of night
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| As he lie awake and the town sleeps tight
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| The sun’s going down on another town
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| I ramble my way around
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| The sun’s going down on another town
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| I’ll sing my song for you
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| So roll up, roll up, roll up now
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| Rock and roll gypsies are in your town
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| We’ll Charm your feet right off of the ground
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| So lay your silver down
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| The sun’s going down on another town
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| I’ll sing my song for you
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| So roll up, roll up, roll up now
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| Rock and roll gypsies are in your town
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| We’ll Charm your feet right off of the ground
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| So lay your silver down
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| I’ll sing my song for you |