We might have slept in a rail yard or camped by the river bank We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land And quenched our thirst with rain We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet Life just had no pattern for Gypsy Joe and me All we had was each other.and the rags upon our back The closest thing to a home we new was some abandoned shack But we had all we needed and the rest we didn't need Life was free and simple for Gypsy Joe and me Now Gypsy was my little dog ,I found by the road in a ditch And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit Oh and Joe he was my man,the flower of my soul Thou he never said he loved me,I just always seemed to know While standing by the highway,thumbin' for a ride The speeding wheels of a passing car,took Gypsy's life I lost him where I found him and his loss was misery Now there's no more Gypsy,there's just Joe and me
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