(Dolly Parton)
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We might have slept in a rail yard or camped by the river bank
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We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land
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And quenched our thirst with rain
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We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet
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Life just had no pattern for Gypsy Joe and me
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All we had was each other and the rags upon our back
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The closest thing to a home we new was some abandoned shack
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But we had all we needed and the rest we didn't need
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Life was free and simple for Gypsy Joe and me
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Now Gypsy was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch
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And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit
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Oh and Joe he was my man, the flower of my soul
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Thou he never said he loved me, I just always seemed to know
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While standing by the highway, thumbin' for a ride
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The speeding wheels of a passing car, took Gypsy's life
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I lost him where I found him and his loss was misery
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Now there's no more Gypsy, there's just Joe and me
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Well the winter came and the snow did fall
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And the night was cold and still
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And the rags we wore were not enough
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And Joe he caught the chill
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And he told me how he loved me
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And in my arms he went to sleep
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Now there's no more Gypsy, no more Joe, there's just me
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While standin' here on the edge of this bridge
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Lookin' down I see
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The face of Joe and Gypsy, lookin' back at me
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And somewhere in the distance I can hear them callin' me
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Tonight we'll be together again
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Gypsy, Joe and me
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Gypsy, Joe And Me
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| Dolly Parton |
