| Rolling down the road on my big ole iron horse
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| Can’t remember the time or day
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| The sun has come and gone, and tonight I’m all alone
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| My bones are aching, my mind is frayed
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| Whiskey and a ginger, yeah, its my elixir
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| With a cigarette to pass the time
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| I feel a little better, the minute that we enter
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| The hotel and close my eyes tonight
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| I’m a gypsy, I’m a lover
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| I’m an outlaw without a gun
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| So don’t ask me, I can’t tell you
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| The last time I saw the sun
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| Every night I’m in a groove, I’m always on the move
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| Every stage begins to look the same
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| The faces that I see all look so familiar
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| But I can’t remember the names
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| There’s a honey looking my direction
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| She a lip smacking hell of a time
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| I’ll feel a little better, the minute that I get her to
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| The hotel, and turn out the lights, oh my
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| I’m a gypsy, I’m a lover
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| An outlaw without a gun
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| So don’t ask me, I can’t tell you
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| The last time I saw the sun |