(bob lucas)
i met a man
traveling down the road
he looked me in the eye
and he gave me a ring
and he gave me a rose
and he told me some gypsy lies
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the road is a lover
you never recover
not now or any time soon
my head starts to spin
when i think where i've been
playin' twin to an old fiddle tune, oh
as the wind chases after the moon
through the kindness
shown me that day
i gave him this melody
and we sang in duet
`neath the stars in the sky
and the shadows of dancing trees
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