Freeway signs and faded blacktop.
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Backstage doors and parking lots.
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That's the world I mostly see.
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Starin' out of a wide window,
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A thousand miles away from my home.
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That's the gypsy in me.
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Aw, the gypsy in me,
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Can't stay in one place too long.
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'Cause there's somebody out there,
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That still ain't heard my song.
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Yea, so I roll on,
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To where this road leads.
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That's the gypsy in me.
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It's in my heart, to bear my soul,
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With an old guitar and a microphone.
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I stand up here, and sing what I believe.
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And then I close my eyes and fold my hands,
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Thank God I got a girl that understands,
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And loves the gypsy in me.
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Aw, the gypsy in me,
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Can't stay in one place too long.
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'Cause there's somebody out there,
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That still ain't heard my song.
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Yea, so I roll on,
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To where this road leads.
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That's the gypsy in me.
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You know if I never heard "I Walk the Line",
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"Free Bird" or "You're Always on my Mind",
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"Ramblin' Man", "Me and Bobby McGee",
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If I'd never seen the Man in Black,
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I wouldn't feel the need to wear this kind of hat,
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And there wouldn't be a gypsy in me.
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Aw, now, the gypsy in me,
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Can't stay in one place too long.
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'Cause there's somebody out there,
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That still ain't heard my song.
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Yea, so I roll on,
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To where this road leads.
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That's the gypsy in me.
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Mmmmmmmm....
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I'm just gonna keep rollin' on.
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Gypsy
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| Ray Scott |
