| Momma tried to make this house a home
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| Daddy drove a truck, somebody always told him where to go
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| We only saw him two times a week
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| Sometimes he needed days of sleep
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| But he was doing alright
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| They grew up poor, lived the best they could
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| Tried real hard, it didn’t do no good
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| So I took off on my road
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| A different road than my daddy drove
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| I was doing alright
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| Like a full steaming train, helping to lay my own track
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| Bring on the storms and the rain, ain’t nothing holding me back
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| Can’t nothing tame this wild gypsy heart
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| I lie in my own way, I’m chasing shadows in the dark
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| My brother signed up, said «Yes Sir» to them stripes
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| War has colour all brainwashed in their pride
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| And he came back all tired and mean, good days too few and far between
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| He said he’s doing alright
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| Like a full steaming train, helping to lay my own track
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| Bring on the storms and the rain, ain’t nothing holding me back
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| Can’t nothing tame this wild gypsy heart
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| I lie in my own way, I’m chasing shadows in the dark
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| Stories written in my blood, I was born and bound in
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| The fire raging in my soul, burning both sides of the candle
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| Like a full steaming train, helping to lay my own track
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| Bring on the storms and the rain, ain’t nothing holding me back
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| Can’t nothing tame this wild gypsy heart
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| I lie in my own way, I’m chasing shadows in the dark
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| Chasing shadows in the dark
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| Chasing shadows in the dark |