Gypsy Joe and Me

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

Well the Winter Came and the Snow Did Fall

And the Night Was Cold and Still

And the Rags We Wore Were Not Enough

And Joe He Caught the Chill

And He Told Me How He Loved Me

And in My Arms He Went to Sleep

Now There's no More Gypsy, no More Joe, There's Just Me

While Standin' Here On the Edge of This Bridge

Lookin' Down I See

The Face of Joe and Gypsy, Lookin' Back At Me

And Somewhere in the Distance I Can Hear Them Callin' Me

Tonight We'll Be Together Again

Gypsy, Joe and Me