We might have slept in the maize yard, or camped by the riverbanksFed ourselves from the fruit of the land, quenched our thirst with rainWe never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feetLife just had no pattern for Gypsy Joe and meAll we had was each other and the rags upon our backThe closest thing to a home we knew was some abandoned shackBut we had all we wanted and the rest we didn't needLife was free and simple for Gypsy Joe and meNow Gypsy was my little dog, found by the road in a ditchSo I named him Gypsy, cause that name seemed to fleetGypsy Joe, she was my woman, the flower of my soulShe never said she loved me, I just always seemed to knowWhile standing by the highway, thumbing for a rideThe speeding wheels of a passing car took Gypsy's lifeI lost him where I found him, and his loss was miseryNow there's no more Gypsy, there's just Joe and meWell the winter came and the snow did fall and the night was cold and stillThe rags we had were not enough, Joe she caught the chillAnd she told me how she loved me, in my arms she went to sleepNow there's no more Gypsy, no more Joe, there's just meWhile standing by the edge of this bridge, looking down I can seeThe face of Joe and Gypsy looking up at meAnd somewhere in the distance I can hear them calling meTonight we'll be together again, Gypsy Joe and meYes tonight we'll be together again, Gypsy Joe and meThank you for watching!