Gypsy Boy ukulele

Gypsy Boy

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Verse 1: 
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	The painted lantern circus 
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	With the wagons swinging slowly 
             Bm  
	On a cold October morning 
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	On a day that should be holy 
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	Winding through the forest 
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	As the sun is just a-breakin' 
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	And i am only seven 
               D 
	And a gypsy in the makin' 
 
 
Verse 2: 
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	Winds a-blowin' through me 
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	And the canvas flaps a-tearin' 
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	And the folks is talkin' low now 
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	'Cause they don't want me to hear 'em 
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	And Uncle says there's trouble 
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	With the bulls along the border 
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	And i'm a-wond'rin' why 
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	And a-wishin' i were older 
 
 
Verse 3: 
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	Many years ago it seems 
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	And many summers ending 
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	The wagon wheels is rustin' 
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	And the axles is a-bendin' 
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	And Grandma's bones is bleachin' 
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	And our hearts is still a-dyin' 
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	But i'm a Gypsy Boy 
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	And there ain't no time for cryin' 
 
 
Verse 4: 
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	Now it's getting colder 
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	And the air is growin' ugly 
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	And the wolves is gettin' bolder 
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	And there ain't no sun above me 
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	And i think it's time to move now 
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	But i don't know where we're goin' 
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	And i know it won't be long now 
           D                  Bm  
	Before it starts to snowin' 
 
 
Verse 5: 
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	Babies cryin' softly 
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	And the women are a-sighin' 
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	And somewhere in a wagon 
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	There's a soul that must be dyin' 
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	'Cause the crepe is hangin' black 
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	From the window of each lorry 
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	And we'll likely camp at sunset 
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	So's the body can be buried 
 
 
Verse 6: 
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	So the carts will rumble 
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	Though there ain't no road to travel 
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	And i listen to the grindin' 
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	Of the wooden wheels on gravel 
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	And the sad songs and the old songs 
              D 
	Will warm me and they'll hold me 
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	'Til my head at last grows weary 
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	And the arms of sleep enfold me 
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	For i am a Gypsy Boy 
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	And my home is where you find me 
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	For i am a Gypsy Boy 
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	And my home is where you find me  

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