| Momma told me my daddy was a ramblin' man
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| I was born in the backseat of a Volkswagon van
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| A different town every other month
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| I couldn’t even tell you where I grew up
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| Made me who I am
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| Now I’m just like my old man
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| I dance when I hear fiddle music
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| I fall in love when the sprit moves me
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| I ain’t got no crystal ball but
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| When the sun comes up you know I’m gone
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| I don’t work but I ain’t lazy
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| Some girl’s always trying to save me
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| She don’t know this rock was meant to roll
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| I got gypsy in my soul
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| I got freedom flowing through my restless veins
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| I got friends in forty nine outta fifty states
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| I don’t need no address don’t need no map
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| Where ever I’m going that’s where I’m at
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| I don’t apologize
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| For the way I live my life
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| I dance when I hear fiddle music
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| I fall in love when the spirit moves me
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| I ain’t got no crystal ball but
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| When the sun comes up you know I’m gone
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| I don’t work but I ain’t lazy
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| Some girl’s always trying to save me
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| She don’t know this rock was meant to roll
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| I got gypsy
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| In my soul there’s a constant unsettled thunder |
| To change the sky I’m living under
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| I guess I’ll die trying to find what’s down the road
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| Here I go now
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| I dance when I hear fiddle music
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| I fall in love when the spirit moves me
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| I ain’t got no crystal ball but
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| When the sun comes up you know I’m gone
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| I don’t work but I ain’t lazy
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| Some girl’s always trying to save me
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| She don’t know this rock was meant to roll
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| I got gypsy
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| I got gypsy in my soul
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| In my soul
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| In my soul |