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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
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