We might have slept in the mayor's yard or camped by the river banks
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We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land 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 backs
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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 wanted 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 he was the flower of my soul
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Though he never said he loved me I just always seemed to know
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While standing by the highway a 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 and the night was cold and still
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And the rags we wore were not enough and Joe he caught the chill
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He told me how he loved me 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 standing here on the edge of this bridge looking down I see
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The face of Joe and Gypsy a looking up at me
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And somewhere in the distance I can hear them calling me
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Tonight we'll be together again Gypsy Joe and me
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Tonight we'll be together again Gypsy Joe and me
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Gypsy Joe And Me
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| Skeeter Davis |
