We might have slept in the maize yard, or camped by the riverbanks
Fed ourselves from the fruit of the land, 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 knew was some abandoned shack
But we had all we wanted and the rest we didn't need
Life was free and simple for Gypsy Joe and me
Now Gypsy was my little dog, found by the road in a ditch
So I named him Gypsy, cause that name seemed to fleet
Gypsy Joe, she was my woman, the flower of my soul
She never said she loved me, I just always seemed to know
While standing by the highway, thumbing 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
Well the winter came and the snow did fall and the night was cold and still
The rags we had were not enough, Joe she caught the chill
And she told me how she loved me, in my arms she went to sleep
Now there's no more Gypsy, no more Joe, there's just me
While standing by the edge of this bridge, looking down I can see
The face of Joe and Gypsy looking up at me
And somewhere in the distance I can hear them calling me
Tonight we'll be together again, Gypsy Joe and me
Yes tonight we'll be together again, Gypsy Joe and me
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