To a room with some lace and paper flowers,
Back to the gypsy.
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Life is old there, older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze.
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I woke last night to the sound of thunder,
How far off I sat and wondered.
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LISTEN, HONEY,
JUST LIKE RONNIE SANG,
BE MY LITTLE BABY.
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DOWN THE ROAD FROM ME,
THERE'S AN OLD HOLLER TREE,
WHERE YOU LAY DOWN A DOLLAR; OR TWO.
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INSTEAD, YOU LAID STILL IN THE GRASS,
ALL COILED UP AND HISSING.
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NOW I KNOW WE HAD NO MONEY,
BUT I WAS RICH, AS I COULD BE.
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STEP RIGHT UP,
COME ON IN,
IF YOU'D LIKE TO TAKE,
THE GRAND TOUR.
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