Roger Creager, Gary Nicholson
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I left a note on her pillow,
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kissed her check and slipped off into the wind.
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All she wanted to know last night was when she'd see me again.
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If I only knew myself then maybe I could say,
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but my empty promises would only fade away into
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Chorus
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Gypsyland,
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Where the wheels never stop turning.
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Gypsyland,
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where the fires never stop burning.
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Though it's hard to understand,
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and girl though I'd love to be your man,
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I'm lost out here in Gypsyland.
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Once I held a woman or should I say she once held me.
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Before I knew I could only live a life that's wild and free.
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These days I search the Texas sky
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for one bright star to tell me if there's still a chance
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or if I've gone too far into
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Chorus.
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Rolling on night after night
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Moving fast traveling light
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Gypsyland
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Roger Creager |