Gypsy Cowboy

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The moon beamed down so lightly,
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on distant fields of clover.
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The gypsy cowboy wanders,
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because he knows it's over.
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And everything's so quiet.
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The town is down in slumber.
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His cowboy lady mutters, let's roll another number.
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Oh, oh so sad
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The trouble that's in this old world,
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it makes me so sad.
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Oh, oh so sad,
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Mama cried.
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And o'er the field of clover,
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an angel band was singing.
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With maidens throwing roses, and heaven's lights were screaming
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Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man's brother
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Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other.
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Oh, oh so sad
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You build it up you tear it down
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Oh it makes me so sad
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Oh, oh so sad
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Mama cried