The Path of the Gypsy SoulHe travels alone like a rolling stone Seeking his own destiny Lonesome cowboy searching for joy He rolls with the tumbleweedsThe Path of the Gypsy Soul
As he rides into town Wand'ring eyes gather 'round The dust starts to settle He descends to the ground
The rage in his eyes Clearly marks his demise His resolve slowly breaking With a thousand men's cries
Yet the fog cannot hide His unfaltering stride And his eyes are as dark As the deep ocean's tide
The path of the vagabond's soul Is laden with sorrow and tears But somewhere, I'm told
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