| I’ve lived that life of a broken road
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| But I came up right in a broken home
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| And my Mama ain’t never done nothin wrong
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| And I learned from my Daddy what’s right and wrong
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| But I chose my path full of broken bones
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| And I got my scars from the open road
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| And I came from the bottom of the totem pole
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| But I’m here now
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| You ain’t gotta cry no more
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| I’ve made my mark and I’m here to stay
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| I’ve came a long damn way from minimum wage
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| I’m in a new damn city like every day
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| They tell me that I won’t ever escape
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| But I made it out that trailer house
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| And my suitcase out that pickup truck
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| I’m a gypsie on that interstate
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| I’m a free bird and and open bookk
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| You could tell me that I’m never gonna change the world
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| Like I never did write that follow hit
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| Like I never went gold or platinum
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| Like I came so close but I bottled it
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| Cause I never would sign that record deal
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| I’m an outlaw, but I ain’t ever have to steal
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| I got more love for my dignity
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| All I ever wanted was to keep it real
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| Every night I’m moving on the road
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| Seeing how far I’ve come yet I’m so alone
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Soul
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| I’m from a place where
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| You couldn’t point on a map
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| Try to put me in a box
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| But I’m good where I’m at
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| When I’m sittin on the bus
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| And I’m tryna lay back
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| And I’m thinkin bout life and the time that we had
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| And I’m finally on the road
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| But I’m still fucked up
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| From the call that I got, when I first woke up
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| So I stay on the grind so I’m not choked up
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| Gotta get it how I get it cause I got tough luck
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| And I’m on now
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| Gotta go state to state
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| And I’m runnin out of sand no time to waste
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| I make three phone calls back home in a week
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| And that’s a problem
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| But I really gotta get sleep
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| Man I travel all day just to make ends meet
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| Maybe shake your hand in a meet and greet
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| I’m a gypsy soul, hear the angels speak
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| To the man in the mirror
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| With the same blue jeans, that I’m on
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| Hand to the bible
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| Think about God when I think about survival
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| Brand new day with the same old title
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| I don’t know where I’ma be tomorrow
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| Not at the bank where all our time gets spent
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| I can tell you right now boyt the vibe I’m in
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| I’m a rambler, tell me where my mind has ben
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| With the finest gin, and a violin
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| Every night I’m moving on the road
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| Seeing how far I’ve come yet I’m so alone
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Soul
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Ima gypsy, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Started when I was really young, son
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| Talkin bout I’m being 14 but on the run
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| Made a promise that I’d make a different type of music
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| That gets you addicted and make it rush in your blood and I did that
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| I was moving too fast, at the time
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| I didn’t know what opportunities I did have
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| A record deal and its crashing down
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| And I packed up sound and I thought, never look back
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| There ain’t ever been another colder dark type of a low, when I’m stopping a
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| flow
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| Now who’s that?
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| Somebody bout to rise up from the pain and I don’t need a deal from you hoes
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| Why do I try to act like I’m impressing you? |
| Tell me why
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| Don’t ever wanna act like that, it’s not what I do
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| Its not what I do
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| Ima shine on all this light in me
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| I am I’ma kill the hate inside me
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| A gypsy
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| Every night I’m moving on the road
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| Seeing how far I’ve come yet I’m so alone
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| Ima gypsy
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| Ima gypsy
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| Ima gypsy
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| Ima gypsy
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| Every night I’m moving on the road
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| Seeing how far I’ve come yet I’m so alone
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| Ima gypsy
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| Ima gypsy
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| Ima gypsy
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| The story of a gypsy soul |