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Late one night the midnight ghost rolled out of San Jose
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We could hear the echo of the whistle across the bay
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Gypsy said that he could hear
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The freedom he couldn't see
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I smiled and rubbed old Rex's head
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I think he understood me
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From the Hills of California
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To the North Carolina coast
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Gypsy saw the skies looking through my eyes
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Riding on the midnight ghost.
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Gypsy would grab my arm and ask what we were passing by
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I'd describe the Rio Grande and the redwood In the sky
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Now we never talked about the time my mistake took away his sight
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Gypsy had accepted that he said Rex makes it alright.
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We made friends in every state that's real important to me
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Gypsy and Rex would have a home if something should happen to me
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But I know the only thing that would bring old Gypsy down
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Is having to miss the midnight ghost and all of those moving sounds.
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Gypsy And The Midnight Ghost
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| Lobo |
