| Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul,
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| Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows.
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| Got a little threadbare gypsy soul,
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| Got a little threadbare gypsy soul.
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| Got a little wild streak in my heart.
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| I guess that I have had it since I heard the music start.
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| I got a little wild streak in my heart,
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| I got a little threadbare gypsy soul.
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| I like to hear the highway sounds,
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| And I don’t think that I’ll ever settle down.
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| I can’t change and it’s a sin,
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| Hope St. Peter gonna let me in:
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| Come on, Pete, won’t you let me in?
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| I wear this cowboy hat upon my head,
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| And you can take it off me some time after I am dead.
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| Got a cowboy hat up on my head,
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| Got a little threadbare gypsy soul.
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| I wear these crusty shoes down on my feet.
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| I could write a book about the places that they’ve seen.
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| I got these crusty shoes down on my feet,
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| I got a little wild streak in my heart.
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| An’I like to hear the highway sounds,
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| Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever settle down.
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| An’I can’t change an’it’s a sin,
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| I hope St. Peter’s gonna let me in:
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| Come on, Pete, won’t you let me in?
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| Instrumental break.
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| An’I know this crazy livin’just ain’t right;
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| Most of the time I’m smoking, drinking, looking for a fight.
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| But I’ve been talking to Jesus everyday;
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| Well, I’ve been talking to Jesus every day.
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| An’I got this girl back home I call my wife;
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| If you ever met her I swear she would change your life.
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| She’s got a little wild streak in her heart,
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| But she’s been saying hallelujah everyday.
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| I like to hear the highway sounds,
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| An’I don’t think that I’ll ever settle down.
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| An’I can’t change and it might be a sin.
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| Hope St. Peter gonna let me in:
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| Got my gypsy soul to bury, Amen.
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| Instrumental fade out. |