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Im walkin', on southern stream, get to the river fore I run too low.
Im walkin', on southern stream, get to the river fore I run too low.
Old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine.
Old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine.
The one that you are looking for, youre not gonna find her here.
The one that you are looking for, youre not gonna find her here, here.
Im runnin, on northeast stream, get to the ocean fore I run too low.
Im runnin, on northeast stream, get to the ocean fore I run too low,
Get to the ocean 'fore I run too low
The one that you are looking for, youre not gonna find her here.
The one that you are looking for, youre not gonna find her here, here.
Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said, Youre a wolf, boy, get out of this town.
Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said, Youre a wolf, boy, get out of this town.
Youre a wolf, boy, get out of this town.
Youre a wolf, boy, get out of this town.
Youre a wolf.
Youre a wolf.
Youre a wolf.
Youre a wolf.